I have waited so long
here….
here where the sound of snow under
my boots serves only the purpose to
remind me that you….
are elsewhere
but not really….
for that would be out of mind
and heart
which is not
nor has ever been.
The black capped chickadees
and their cacophony
beckon me back to the present moment
but I resist for
just one more lifetime
or what is left of one
Hope is a many spangled thing
that wraps itself in hours and days
and like the river
will carry you
effortlessly
here and away.