reminded me to write things down
when I'm thinking of them.
Or of you.
This will go through revisions,
But for now it's a starting point.
- I see you.
In every flower that blooms --
tree that leaves --
bee that buzzes --
wasp that stings.
I see you in the ice on frozen driveways,
and the water flowing in Winters Run,
and the steam rising from cow manure
dropped in a cold Jarrettsville dawn.
In pine trees, and weeping willows, and crabapples.
I hear you in the chatter of chickens and
the chewing of cows, in political discourse
and private confessions, and in everyone's
I hear you in groups, in tete-a-tetes, and
You are there every time I darn a sock, or
change my oil, or go to work, or do my taxes,
or come home, or listen to music, or read a book.
Right there -- and generally adding your opinion!
(We don't always agree, but it always has value.)
I touch you in flannel and in velvet,
in rusted steel and the fur of animals,
in fuzzy sweaters and cotton/polyester,
in the rocks of the field
and the bones of my hands.
I taste you in overcooked roast beef
and fresh asparagus, in white rice
and red spices -- cinnamon, paprika,
I smell you in fresh-cut wood
and in turpentine, in new-mown grass
and in bales of straw, in summer's air
and autumn's fall.
(Oh, can't forget lemon-scented Pledge.
Otherwise, I hate lemon -- just about
as much as you seem to love it.)
And best of all, in all my senses,
I can perceive you in others'
hearts and minds.
Whatever you eventually reincarnate as, be it
Buddha or beetle, I know one thing for sure.
Your spirit, is gonna cause some mischief.
To poets everywhere, even ones I don't like.
And for the one I love above all others.