Travels with my Father
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I overheard someone
Or so it seemed
The words too faint
To understand.

  
I stood dead still
Slowly looking about
Till I was sure
The broom and I were alone.
  The voice a buzz
A few words were all
Like someone in another room
Talking to himself.

   Then it came again
On a plane to Frisco
Gazing out on mountainous clouds
My mind floating along.
  Then it was gone
Nothing more as seasons
Turned into years
The memory fading.

  

Are you paying attention?
The words so clear
I thought someone behind
Had whispered in my ear.
  Till that time
In the Spring
As everything struggled
To come alive.

   I sighed to make room
For this inner voice
Welcome home, came the reply
And I knew it was true.
  The giant willow swaying
In a breeze still cool
Winter ungracious in letting go
I was sweeping the barn.

   Then for a second I could see
Thin silver threads streaming down
Touching every living thing
Gone with the changing light.
  The sounds were familiar
A branch moaning
The sheep in conversation
Nothing out of context.

   My Sponsor’s efforts now revealed
Telling me I am not alone
The invitation so simple
Stay tuned.
  Where have you been?
What do you mean?
The words out of my mouth
Before I knew.