If You Go There

if you go there
tell me if the
cover is on the well
the barn is still there
and the tree stands
next to the house
by the dusty road
down the hill
where he used to get air
under his wings
and soar around the meadow
in the glider he built
setting it down easy
get out and laugh
that he had defied gravity
for a few moments
suspended on bone dry air
everybody thought he was crazy
but wouldn't tell him
so now he rests
wearing the grin
of a man who had
the last laugh

You Are To Me

you are to me
what yesterday was to today
before tomorrow has a name

you move through me
without touching
being without speaking
as silence is to sone
in words sung
from the one
who makes me sing

April

still
bright bluest
silver day

your promise
radiates all
premise

to be
unlike another
filling

this day
with possibility
though

it be
April not
May

Presence

each day

he follows her

about her rounds

head bowed

humble as a monk

a silhouette

silent as a shadow

one step behind

probing nook and cranny

where the small things hide

silent presence

loyal companion and guide

always ready when summoned

to look for what couldn’t be found

and nod to a question

without an answer

no need to look

or listen for a sound

for he is always

one step behind