Who do you speak of?
Where do you look?
To find him.
The one you saw and still didn’t see.
On the road.
In the wind.
Blowing like an answer
Just on the tip of your tongue.
In places you would never think to look:
Even across the table from you.
Then vanishing from your sight.
But still there.
Always still there.
Lighting your hearts afire.
With the word.
So you can go forth.
And start the telling.
Kevin James Keyser - 11/14/2015