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,

Only unbound.

© 2018 John D. Cooper

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