Searching your memory
I pass the amber river
flashing in evening light
a patterned dance
under cool shade of tree.
I am restless, alone:
one of several last leavings
from my childhood home.
When as if hearing
I feel my Father say
I have prepared you;
made much possible;
and
I love you.
Smile,
think more of others.
Letting go is in the nature of things.
I have prepared you
and love you.
Go, but not alone.
Sutton Courtenay 2002
