Written last week on our travels in Scotland…
I won’t always be able to follow you
down every corridor,
into your next adventure,
all through your wild
precious life.
Just when everything comes
clear,
takes a shape you recognize,
is when it is bound
to change,
utterly.
Remember the cloud pattern you
marveled at,
its perfectly rendered skyscrapers
strung along a city shore,
how it seemed meant for us
alone,
and how in the
instant you turned to tell me
had unceremoniously become
once again
just clouds.
(Photo by Joel Koop http://www.joelkoop.com/)