The questions grow in number as I age,
my fears increase, my doubts enlarge.
There is no wisdom I have found by now.
Of all the certainties I knew not one survived.
The rainbows come and go these days,
and you once told me I should chase them.
I promised I would try.
I do not even know you understand me anymore. Yet
once I thought our wavelength was the same.
There is so much I should not bother telling.
Of all the certainties the only one that shall remain
is that a rainbow feels like silk. Just go and touch it.
The question is not how it’s done. Nor to succeed.
I hope I got you chasing.