The Walk
I spoke with a friend today
and perhaps it was because of the times
that we talked of loss.
The loss of those we love and once carried in our arms.
We had walked empty country roads together
and found pathways barely passable.
Through the eyes of the children
Each new trail
was … fresh
and endlessly enchanting.
Now I walk down roads alone.
And they walk down roads alone
or with their lovers
and their own enchanted small companions.
That is as it should be.
But without them,
I sometimes miss
the cry of the mourning dove
and the notes of the wren.
So,
I have begun
to find once again my sense of wonder.
Not through the eyes of a child
But somewhere deep within my own soul.
For I know that one day
And possibly, soon
they may seek me out
to say that somehow
they have misplaced their magic.
I am going to smile at them
and say, “come,
let’s take a walk together.”
and we will begin again
with new found reverence
for the dove and the wren.
