Inquistion Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Do you still still pause in the summer rain
to absorb its cooling moisture,
delight in the way
its tickles your scalp
and trickles into your eyes
like reverse tears?

And do you still stand motionless,
in awe when a sudden breeze
turns the undersides of the silver maple leaves
upward to reveal their glimmering undersides?

Do you still break for wild animals
and swerve to give the curious
squirrel another day of life?

Do Bette Davis movies make you cry;
are you still thinking of joining the Peace Corps?
Do you still believe that people
are intrinsically good and that
the wounds of the world will heal
in time?

And her answer to my questions:
'No. I'm all grown up now, '
filled me with remorse
and a sense of loss, as I wished her well
and we went our separate ways.