The air is cooler than expected
though it gives in to the sun; distant
traffic a muffled presence as breeze rises
above in the silence of dogs .
A lone seagull calls above the inland twitter;
a neighbor speaks, a lone car passes by –
ordinary moments of a weekend day
business as usual in a quiet city enclave.
But I feel what is missing, struggle to recall
the lurch of your uneven gait beside me;
prefer to recall you striding up Sunset Ridge
as I scramble to catch up, perch on the bridge
sharing gorp and water laughing as the dog
drink-swims the icy stream…
Looking around, I see your absence
and my not-yet-coming-to-terms
that our plans are no longer; yet
I go on. I return from my walk
deadhead the Nova Zemla rhodie by the door,
snip a newly-blooming peony for the house
enter the silence I have just left to find it
alive with sun, comfort of the familiar
and your gentle presence warm
in my heart.