(Sigh) Sometimes

Sometimes
when you are not here
and when I confuse
the cadence of your steps
with my breathing;
when so softly
your hands climb
on the sunny side
of my shoulders' hills
and I try
to meet them
in the stillness
of your non-presence;
when soaring
with the creeping silence
hangs
the echo of your voice -
then I am more than clear
it does not matter
where you are.

I had such a lovely time on the trail yesterday; it's just gorgeous outside.

Also been ruminating on some Rumi. Here's one of my favorites: "Out beyond the ideas of right thinking or wrong thinking is a field. I'll meet you there."
--Rumi