The sky, the trees, the earth in wash
A humid scent of heavy peace
The days my heart was open to
The language of the universe
When every color was a soul
And every leaf a boy or girl
When raindrops felt like holding hands
To bursting hearts who drank the world
Through straws that looked like human eyes
And human hearts in human skin
When hope was everything I knew
Of what’s to come or what had been
Just past a little lighted sign
For walkers caught out in the rain
And life was wonder wet and all
And solitude not loneliness
Or pain
To share is human:
