I’m running and running and running through the forest-
through the trees-
the forest floor beneath my feet keeps me grounded to the earth.
Daffodils scatter in the breeze- as my thoughts wander…
theres a million things about you that are etched in my memory:
Always at your red work bench, or the church, or out in your garden.
I’m reminded of a stately Redwood Tree or a rushing river-
Your towering presence always greeting me at your front door: “hey kid, how ya be?”
And I’m pulled back into the dream-
or is it my memories?
The underbrush, the thicket, the limbs of life that scrape at me- they don’t hurt anymore, it’s more of a whisper, a caress, a gentle song in the wind as I’m navigating day to day life without you-
I stop- awaken- reminded that I am not as alone as I think.