I breathe the truth in the dust
that lingers in the air from
years of patient longing.
A daughter asks me to carry her
raising her arms as she turns to me
saying, Uppy.
The ordinary resumes after a vacation
trip that took us to the edge of delight,
playing in the waters of life.
Unpacked, we ride our bikes to the fountain
where the girls walk circles counting bricks
and the cascades spray mist upon us.
The simple pleasures adorn themselves
still finding refuge from the complex
which waits patiently for the following day.
Earlier, the flight path of our return
took us over where we now stand
and we looked down upon the roof
of our house and the woods
and this tiny circle of water which now
becomes our daily destination.
A Thread You Follow 