Thursday, October 31

Walking Alone
I came early in the morning
to walk by the river
I came to walk thinking
that you might be waiting
here, beneath the oak tree
or reading
I came alone thinking
that you might be dreaming
of sunlight
or shadow
or time for the planting

I've left you this message
and hope you will find it
and remember
the words
of the poem that we shared. Fran

do you know I never left you?
your memory holds my image fast
correct to the last detail

I'm there in the photograph you have of me
next to our bed
waiting for you

I whistle with the wind to pass the time
and sing lustily as rain pelts down
hard on the tin roof

you will hear the echo of my voice
down by the river
when you least expect it