I could wander, pacing

the places I walked before,

knowing them again and for the first time

I could call your name,

hear it slip off my tongue,

whisper through grasses

I could forever search your scent

that I would find here then there

Instead, I sit by the quiet of rippling water

in which I see myself smiling

I kicked off my shoes

which sank to the bottom

of the blueness before me, barefoot,

I wander with my spirit

Ceased measuring my life

in kilometers, stopped tracing

my well being with changing backdrops

The only one now is the sun greeting me

and taking leave, over this great expanse

of ever-changing liquid

My heart stands still, content

to know itself, and you,

you are everywhere, in everything

Photograph by Nick Zungoli