All the Wisdom in the World

I think of all the wisdom in the world,

of all the many wide-eyed moons

I've stopped at night to look into,

 

of all the lies I've ever crooned,

of hummingmoths, and airplane clouds

that pass without a single sound,

 

of lakes that I will never swim,

and stars that I have counted from

dark seas of grass in my backyard.

 

He kissed me, softly on the lips.

Who knew...   who knew that it could feel like this ?