Reflection

dverse..sunday scribblings...poetry jam


there is something out there
i feel it when i work
he feels it when he works
i feel it in words as they slide
into my eyes down to my heart

...a connection

i see it in the face of  China
i see it in the face of my cats
i saw it in my Grandfather's quiet sadness
i see in the treetops from my window

...a presence

i have always known it

...before

before i could even talk
could even express myself
the knowing spirit
took up residence in my head
refusing to leave