Do you pause to count the church bellsto make sure that they’re rightOr do you listen to hear the reverberations and look for the pigeons in flightDo you chew your food slowlyand remark on each flavor Or do you rush and drink awayall that you could savorDo you ever stop to photograph the daffodilsthat grow thick in the hope of springOr must you hurry to your next conquestnot thinking of the brightness they would bringDo you linger over a passage in a bookscribbling a note in the marginOr do you keep your ears tuned to the TVand all the senseless jargonDo you ever wonder what goes onin the lives we see on FacebookOr do you think it’s close enough to truthnot bothering to pursue a deeper lookDo you stand at the edge of the oceanand let the sand be sucked from beneath your toesOr do you stay within your phone all dayand wonder if you captured your best poseDo you know the difference between someone who’s happyfor themselvesand someone who’s living to make someone else happy? Can you recognize the look in their eyes? Can you see what they need? Can you define it yourself? Who are YOU, without your husband or children? What makes you you, with your flawed teeth that braces never really fixed? Can you say the alphabet backwards? Can you drive a boat onto a trailer? Can you read music, recite poetry? Can you paint the way light falls on water? Can…