And I
Spied upon
My palm
A remnant
Of you
A bit
I’d forgotten
And when
Thought about
Brought such
Energy that
I forgot
About me
And remembered
You
And I
Spied upon
My palm
A remnant
Of you
A bit
I’d forgotten
And when
Thought about
Brought such
Energy that
I forgot
About me
And remembered
You
So tell
Me where
A Christmas
Tree light
Starts and
Ends and
When it’s
Time to
Take all
The cheer
Down is
It after
Or really
After when
The paper
And ribbons
Settle or
Perhaps when
Glad tidings
Have gone
And upon
You I
Stumbled and
Slipped to
Your mossy
Bank and
Dipped my
Hand in
Your cool
Water and
Drank once
Sated I
Listened to
Your sounds
Of life
And knew
Then that
I’d found
My heaven
Foraging through
Rich earth
Seeking that
Which I
Lost and
Failing to
Find and
There in
My dilemma
Realizing that
What I
Had lost
I had
Actually planted
And one
Day will
Bear fruit
Do not
Become a
False hope
All step
To a
Different drum
Instead be
A whistle
Or wind
Or horizon
For it
Is these
That men
Hear or
Feel or
See