Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Sighs, Signs and Smiles


Reading.
   in the early morning... 
      and the window 
                    behind me 
is allowing the sunlight to dance across the page           
                    before me
Blotted by shadows of leaves and tree limbs 
                          Wrinkling, rolling across the print
Like a gold and gray Rorschak hand waving to me...           
                                                                      "Hello!   I am here."
And I sigh and smile to no one but you.

Sometimes...I can't tell.
Where do I end and you begin?
Only because as I call my eyes to the search and my heart to listen,
I can disappear, and capture for seconds...
      Deep calling to deep.
Then you are gone, and it's me again 
Riding the train as it whines and shakes its way down the tracks.

I am realizing,
Each day lies in waiting; sometimes like a gift to be opened,
With color and promise,
and other days... 
like a thing that needs to be pieced together with a tiny set of instructions 
that requires reading glasses for me to see what's next
While the parts lay scattered on the floor.

And I ask you...
        To just make it count...please!....make it all matter.
Let the notes sing your song.  

My wife says, "I love you," from across the room and I repeat
to her the same.  
How glorious, how warm, how at rest is my heart.
To be right where I am.
Right here.
This is the day.
This is the year.
This is the life.
I want no other.
I am yours,
          and You are mine.