Should I follow where the water leads me,

Into the woods or some lake far away.

What draws me into this summer evening …

A picture of what might be at the end of the journey?

 

Or perhaps the delight of traveling together.

 

Like any other day it seems,

Nothing has changed,

Yet all is different.

Disarray seems beautiful,

Not requiring attention.

 

The trees have their say,

On the road to Emmaus,

Making it clear I am not a fleeting entity any more,

But rather one,

With them for now.

 

This day is different, as I notice for the first time.

 

The connection with others is electric,

Flowing deeply, charged with energy,

Reaching out to my most outstretched moment,

I can only pine for those I cannot see today,

As I want to reach them so much.

 

And let them know how much I love them.