I watch the horizion blue and grey
With storm a tumbling there
And yearn for a patch of indigo blue
To ease the burden; for still I stare
At yonder line where they did tread
Of hoofbeats heard and the smell of leather and feel of justice
Family made and shared
Grown and growing still
The presence of their own law, swift and fair
Promises not yet filled, not met
Though they are gone, just now
In coming stillness before the storm I hear
A shuffeled deck
Chambered round
Stricken match
Fluttered page
Smell of herb and poultice
And see a woman's flattered smile
Far off, a harmonica's sad lament, a question unanswered there.
They came and went and came again
And slipped away and yet
Everything they left behind was worth the yearning absence felt
Teachings of past and present of kith and kin and king and queen who has befriended me
From the wavering warbling leaf of the sacred tree
The soft white spirit clouds gathered in her branches
Rain falls on a sparrow perched there
Whose fluttering wings toss seven glistening, glittering drops, poised hanging in the light
Casts colored strands so close and so elusive
And still I wait
I wait
I wait.