I spy my
Sandals shoes that
Have taken me
To places unimaginable
They keep my
Secrets like a
Priest yet are
Always there they’re
Worn as me
But without laughter
They hold my
Foot but not
My mouth they
They support me
As I wander
The beautiful universe
And then quietly
As though you’re
Tip-toeing across the
Floor you entered
My life no
Parade or marching
Bands just you
Lowering yourself on
The bed next
To me and
Me
Feeling your warmth
This is how
You came to
Me this morning
And while listening
To Debussy’s Nocturne
I couldn’t help
But think of
You
It floated above
Me
Like doves freed
From a cage
And bathed me
In calmness just
Like your voice
And finally the
Sun has broken
Through like search
Lights during the
Blitzkrieg illuminating the
Giant green trees
Marching slowly towards
Me each heavy
Step uprooting ground
Cover scattering birds
And bunnies but
Now they stand
In pastoral surrender
Now the sky
Resembles my
Grandfathers beard gray
Wispy with patches
Of orange as
Low sun skittles
Across its cheeks
Blue dodges in
And out like
Balloons in Central
Park bumping into
White here now
