I’m writing you today
to let you know how I’m doing,
and in truth I’m not sure.
Every day it amazes me
to see how the wind blows
flowers off the trees
when they’ve just started to bloom.
And there is no reason for it at all.
We are all searching
for these answers,
but no matter how many doors I knock on
or how many rivers I run
I don’t see them coming
I guess you saw that too,
and I guess I’m writing to let you know
that I understand
I don’t know if that makes it
better or worse,
but I understand.
c.s.