Here, There, and Everywhere

(Three Zen poems for Jonathan)


Thick growths
of old trees
clasped hands overhead

Rhododendrons
on either side
stretched on and on
toward the sound
of falling water
tumbling noisily
down a rocky chute.

Breezes,
flower-fragrant, cool,
rushed toward us
dancing playfully
over our faces.

Was that you?

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We walk down
the woodsy path
side by side

Invisible you
squeezed in the middle
holding our hands

smiling.

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Outside the cabin
near Dingman's Falls,
David plucks at his guitar,
hums,
jots lyrics on a note-pad,
polishes "Looking for Jonathan"
...
hopes you'll hear his song.

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Patricia White (Jonathan's mother)