He told me how many raindrops were in the clouds.
What to do when lightning strikes the ground.
How much he loves my blue eyes,
Such a contrast from his brown.
I wondered about the meaning of life
Contemplating why we’re all here.
“I’m a philosopher,” I said.
He responded, “I consider myself an artist.”
I asked, “What do you think the meaning of life is?”
“I think we’re here for love, for beauty.
And happiness,” he said.
We walked the rest of the way in silence,
hand in hand down the wooded trail.
Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016