i wonder

i wonder if that barren winter tree shivers in the wind 

wishing on its last leaf for the revitalizing life of spring to come sooner. 

i wonder if that isolated cloud feels the weight of the rain it carries 

and if it ever wanted to be something more. 

i wonder what the little clay frog sitting on my desk thinks of me 

when it sees me bent over homework trying to forget about the big space of i don't know that lingers around my consciousness day in and day out. 

i wonder what i will be thinking in a year and a few months' time. i wonder, but i cannot know.