I was standing in my kitchen ironing yesterday
When a wild wind blew up
It was part of a rainstorm racing along the Uncompahgre Plateau, filling the canyons with droplets of very wet liquid
The storm was rambunctious, but only on the plateau
I continued ironing, watching the storm clouds throwing spears of lightening
When suddenly the back door flew open. I turned quickly thinking I also heard a pick-up drive up
The door opened; banged and I heard “LINDA!”
“What”, I replied. Feeling very puzzled.
Twice more the door flew open and twice more I heard my name
Then I realized it was my Dad calling me for the voice then said: “Come here, Linda”. (Or did he say: “I am here, Linda.”?)
I went to the door and then on outside; standing on the back step my heart fluttering in my rib cage
I wasn’t afraid, just eager to see my Dad again.
Just once more. To actually see him and hold his hand, like I was a tot again.
But, of course, he wasn’t there. There was only the wind, the yard, and a storm dropping lush moisture on canyon rims.
From my world to your heart,