Dandelions

 

The dandelions have turned to wind

The paths of grazing cattle ripple the slopes

In the valley the river meanders

 

Wandering the slanted fields and woods I grew up in
I notice how certain things haven’t changed

Though I have

 

Am I missing my life?

By thinking that half of it wasn’t lived by me?

By wondering what the other half will be?

 

I so looked for the right thought in others’ minds

That I forgot… I forgot how I love

To walk the earth in the company of God

 

I forgot that my dreams were mine to live

As flowers blossom and falter

To become soil, air, streams, stars and whispers

 

I forgot that I have something to say

Even if my voice croons in tongues and colors
Even if I don’t always remember what I think