Rain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rain that falls on Tennessee today

unquestionably, is sad.

though every soul is broken

yours rests in my hand;

when I reached out to touch it

the task became my own

to cherish and protect you

from the full intense emotion

that is my living, breathing love

 

 

Close enough to touch

the Forest sleeps, an Angel smiles

squirrels play chase
a grackle thief feasts on a worm
the robin plucks another
there are more than enough to share
it rains in Tennessee and I reach
across the many miles
to take your proffered hand

Perspective

How boring now, the well-trod path
how tame, the gentle stream
how inadequate, my own company
now that I’ve walked with you

Give me, now, wild waters
and canyons carved from shale
no route to follow, no blaze on trees
rather, I will take forgotten roads and wildlife trails

If I never find myself beside you
then, with memories I’ll walk
in the quiet presence of my dog
which has always been enough.