Looking at You I Wonder

Looking at you,
I wonder if people ever ask themselves
what is going on inside that awful, lovely head of yours.
What wars are being fought in the trenches of its wrinkles and folds?
What nightmares lie in the depths of its seas,
beneath dormant volcanoes that time created?
What faces are etched in permanence, voices and names all but forgotten.
What sweet or bitter scents rekindle fires and storms...
What ancient melodies transport you to
a summer, an era, a love?
Looking at you,
I wonder.