Just Me*

(“As your writing gets more personal, eventually there will be a line that makes it universal” - Robert Hunter, Grateful Dead lyricist and one of my favorite poets)
Is it just me
Or does the rising sun fill you too
With the hope of a new day
That will be like no other

Is it just me
Or do the million bright stars 
Of a clear night’s sky make you too
Want to leap over the parsecs

Is it just me
Or does the sight of dewdrops on a bloom
Make you too want to shed
Your own tears of joy

Is it just me
Or does the view of a snow-clad mountain
Make you too want to take wing
And croon like a passerine

Is it just me
Or does the giggle of a babbling brook
Take you too back to your childhood when
You floated your frail paper boat down a stream

Is it just me
Or does it remind you too of the touch
Of your grandmother’s work-worn hands
When you stroke the gnarly bark of a dying tree

Is it just me
Or do these myriad quotidian moments
Awaken your emotional self too
And make you realize what a gift
Life is

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