Is it from hearing, “I don’t understand what love is and I may come to love you in time.”
Is it from that first high dive plunge?
Is it because you died?
Is it because sunset in the desert bleeds love from the sky?
Is it from the cacophony of disharmony spewing from the television?
Is it from the soft nuzzling of an animal touching your soul?
Is it from deep chasm guilt that blisters once more with no warning?
Is it from falling upward into the stars on a dark Wyoming night?
Is it from free-falling changes that color our sojourn here?
Is it from meadows of wildflowers on a zephyr kissed mountain?
Is it from childhood lost?
Is it from rising out of within and embracing without?
Is it from a mind full of laughter and family bonds?
Is it from finding the woman that IS me; gentle of spirit and She Bear on fire?
Is it from touching another and feeling reciprocation in light exchanged?
Is it from seeing my aging hands on the steering wheel … “Whose are THESE!?!
Is it from the fragile nature of life becoming still?
Is it from wonderment toward after living?
Am I breathing?