Watching as the autumnal September winds blow the high corn gently toward the east. Listening to the rustlings of green-gold poplar leaves flagging high into the cloud strewn sky. I wonder what you are doing at this moment where you are, and, I do that often throughout any day.
I’ll wonder as I move down the early morning road, are you awake yet? And, was there even a glimpse of my face in your dreams?
I’ll wonder as I begin to order my day, did you see my face as you looked in the mirror? Did you feel my caress as you brushed your hair?
I’ll wonder as I am about to respond to a question asked, do you see my laughing face as a place of refuge when you need it?
I’ll wonder as I sit in the restaurant at noon, do you imagine me sitting across the table as I can now so clearly see you?
And, as the clock tolls the end of the day and the others speed home to their suppers, I wonder if you’re still there too, savoring the fine silence, holding the photographs and staring at the stilled telephone upon your desk that beckons.
I’ll wonder as I drive down the lonely blacktop, fenced in by fields of luscious soybean, tall green corn and waves of golden wheat, did you think of me today? Am I with you now as you are me?
Tonight, when you sleep, and in your dreams, as you hear the wind murmuring… even from the lee side of the mountain where you are… hear my voice calling your name.
And, in the morning as you go north and the sun rises on the right, in the steamy hollows and riverbeds and cool shady places you love, feel my eyes watching over you from the mists.
And, at days end, the sun wanting to set and casting shadows dark and far across your path, feel my arms enfolding you, protecting you, guiding you safely home.
Never wonder if I am there with you, for I have always been, shall always be. Not time, not space, not breath itself can alter this.
As long as you will think of me, with you, for you, I shall always be.