In the wind that blows
The grass that grows
The trees that moan
In the rivers flow
In an unturned stone
In its mossy growth
In the undertow
Or froth and foam
Of the oceans wide
Or smallest stream

In the knowledge of ages
Or forgotten dream
In the front page print
And the pages between
In your memory
Or your photograph
In the songs you sing
And the reasons you laugh

In the distant smile
Of an unknown stranger
Or the loving embrace
Of your closest neighbor

I am there

All you need do
Is find me

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff