Yet I’m Puzzled
Before “me and you” what was there?
Spring still came with its eclipse of pollen and lusty birdsong, sure.
Days shimmered with liquid heat or creeping cold according to season.
Friends smiled just as brightly and hugged just as warmly,
Life was beautiful, and full, and good,
And yet I’m puzzled:
What did I do with my hands before I had you to hold?