I filled my days
with slow chores,
clay covered toes,
and the scent of your absence
on everything.

I listened to the unplanned silence
you left behind
until it gave way
to the Oran Mor –
the Great Song of Life.

Now my head is so full of the Universe
I have nothing to say.
I wait like an impatient child,
to hear your voice
calling me
from deep in the woods.