After walking several miles,
I take my rest and sit
in the shade of a pepper tree.
I wait on you, thinking of what to say,
and no that for evermore
I can only speak the truth of my heart.
For months now, I haven’t seen your face
with my own eyes.
Yet, I hold your vision in my heart
and feel your words pass through my mind.
If I had only heard your words
before; and let them pierce my heart,
and had chosen to see all you knew
I should see.
Then, perhaps, we’d hold hands
under this pepper tree;
instead of wrestling for some
restoration of sanity.
August 24, 2003; Benicia, California
February 28, 2014; under a mango tree in Granada, Nicaragua