How do I know?

How do I know...

the feel of the waves on the sand,

without having held each grain in my hand?

 

How do I know…

the rolling rumble of thunder,

without having experienced all nature’s wonder?

 

How do I know…

the taste of salt in sea spray,

without having travelled each and every water way?

 

How do I know…

the colours of the night,

without the assistant vision of brilliant starlight?

 

How do I know…

the smell of coming rain,

without having known the dust on the plain?

 

How do I know?

My experience of senses referred to afore,

simply mean, I’ve been here before.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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