If You Look for Me
If you look for me, I will not be in the
usual places. You will not find me in
the jewelry chest, or the closet that
overflows. My essence will not linger
in the kitchen with steel pots and pans,
but if you leaf through poetry books,
you may find me hiding in well-worn pages.
The koi pond with its mellifluous waterfall,
that you so lovingly built, or the flower
garden bursting with myriad colors
may be places to search.
Think of our travels, and take a walk
down a sandy path toward icy waves
falling like prisms of glass against
craggy rock-formations. Listen to fierce
winds of the Midwest whooshing across
prairie grasses. Hear me whisper.
Rise high into mountains pregnant
with ancient treasures, and follow the sounds
of a waterfall—you’ll find me—inside
the life we shared.
Published by: Poetry Quarterly – Spring 2014
Published By: Ancient Paths Magazine – Winter 2015