On this morning
Where bright wind kisses gentle sky, I wonder where you are now
That your voice is no longer…then with a breath I feel air
Brought all round the world;
From a deep jungle far south,
An arid desert to the west,
Cold mountains north,
Lush forests eastward.
And with that exhale I know…I know where you are,
Feeling touch of bedrock in my bones,
When I see mountains on the horizon.
Knowing tree roots in my feet,
Miles from the rubber on the road, hands on the wheel,
I know where you are…where your voice has gone
That little smirk on your face I used to see
I see now unbound and whispering from all things
You are not gone,
© 2018 John D. Cooper
Beautiful and soul-full, John!