I look for you but do not see;
the pounding of my heavy footfall
does nothing to draw you close;
instead, you fly like the blue jay
from the branch
as I watch from below, standing, waiting.
I search, backtracking, trying to erase the frightening sound,
but you are already far off over the mountain.
So I wait, and I will wait,
a shepherd for her lamb,
a lamb for her rescuer
I wait for you,
for us, in the garden;
you are worth my patience,
and we are worth the energy it takes
to choose love each time, every time.
I look for you
and know your cheek will touch mine again;
soon I will drink, I will breathe you in again.