though the sun rises
as usual.
Routine
binds together days
and keeps my gaze
firmly fixed on
here and now.
First coffee,
then showered and dressed
I start another commute
down wet roads,
through misty
grey hills;
but today I stop
and think of you
your gentle laugh, the joy
buried In a cold Ohio field
and my throat tightens.
I can’t breathe, my eyes blur
until deeply sighing
I whisper the prayer
you taught me
and again see
the living world
with unclouded eyes
and go on.
(1 Dec. 2012)
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