A Sense of Place
by Ronnie
Even though you aren't here yet,
Just the very thought of it,
Of your being in this place;
Reminds me of seasons,
Of times of day,
Of the balance of things,
Unseen and brushed aside.
And I look around,
Down halls and in corners,
Filling in the spaces;
With your smells,
With your footsteps,
With the things you will bring,
That will go side-by-side with mine.
And I'm so far ahead,
Of the here-and-now,
Because, with you in the house,
There is a sense of place.
Ronnie