A Volume of Sky

 I walk, not monumental distances or with any great destination in mind but with an eye to the world around me and, while I might carry its weight in my pockets, in my mind I am writing a volume of sky.

I looked for love everywhere

I looked for love everywhere
In houses of stone and prayer
And when I thought it was lost for good
It seems it should
Return here
To the trees and the grass
To the flowers and the fruit
In the rain, in the sun
And I am at one
Here, in this garden is where I have begun
To find out what love is