Questions Poem by C. Michael Miller

Is there time to consider...

Are you that pleasant unknown?
Are you one of Frost’s roads
less traveled?

I mean to say, would the babbling brooks
cease to babble were I to stroke my fingers
through the silky seduction of your hair?

Would the birds in the sky
quit birding were I to think about
kissing the small of your back?

Will butterflies quit buttering only because
I want to explore the treasures of you with
my questioning hands?

Will the clocks then quit clocking (oh, I do hope so!)
were you to surrender yourself to my touch?

Pondered questions do not
guarantee answers, pondered...

Consider time then...
like a grain of salt in the ocean.