I have tracked You
And You have tracked me.
I have resorted to old, old maps and letters
You have needed no such thing,
For You are aware of me at all times,
And I talk to You knowing this
Even though I resort to hearing aides myself.
You make Yourself known
In code
In Sky and Sun
In verse I've stumbled over
In certainty welling up within me
In a long, long history of fidelity
We walk the fields of the world
Hand in hand.
I am Your feral cat
Your wide ranging setter
Your untethered pony
I am Your bare-headed girl
Who cannot stay inside the lines
And prefers the company of Trees
To the rich sanctuaries
Of whatever religions have become.
You are my Tree. I climb upon Thee.
