"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T.S. Eliot
I searched for you today
in the crisp cool morning air surrounding me
the rising sun resting on the road before its ascent
the sounds of the birds awakening the sleeping world.
I tried to find you
in the tall blades of grass near the water's edge
the white blossoms on the tree lined roadway
the tulips bent over from the unexpected cold.
I listened for your voice
in the words that poured from the pages
the conversations of passersby
the sound of people busily moving about their day.
It was impossible to see you
in the darkness of the night sky
the shadowy line where trees meet sky
the purple-blue clouds protecting the stars from my eyes.
Though I looked
you slipped away unnoticed
I will search again...
© Cathy L. Mere, 2012
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