Searching no more
And finally found
You navigated your
Ship past craggy
Cliffs and onto
My shore exploring
Me with wonder
The mountains of
My shoulders the
Pools of my
Belly the dawn
Of my eyes
And the glaciers
Of my smile
I am your
New world come
Make me the
Home you sought
I think of
You now when
I’m not thinking
Of anything else
You arrive like
A post card
From a far
Off place heralding
Adventure you apear
Like an apparition
In the doorway
Folding into my
Arms like a
Cashmere scarf keeping
Me toasty warm
I am older
And like last
Years bouquet of
Wildflowers I retain
My beauty though
Different my fragrance
Is gone but
The memories of
My gathering still
Blooms and then
One freshly cut
Bud is added
To me making
Me blossom again
Like the first
I have knocked
And knocked and
Knocked on the
Door like a
Woodpecker tapping against
A pane of
Glass able to
See in yet
Unable to enter
Until one day
Someone knocked on
Mine telling me
That a window
Is not a
Tree it was
Then that I
Had been understood
And free to
Fly happily then
To a tree
When I think
Of you I
Think of myself
You mirror me
Though different it’s
Like prairie flowers
Recognizing each other
Have you never
Heard the whistles
On fields of
Flowers on warm
July afternoons it’s
Not the wind
But peonies lavender
And daisies catcalling
To each other
