Without You

Without You

Piano speaks,
sax responds;
fingers dance
on divers
keys,
talking
in tongues and sign,
as the drummer finds
the heartbeat,
keeping the body
on its feet;

As dark waves crest,
high, harsh, and proud,
pushed
by brother wind,
kissed
by sister gray
skies;
there
near your home,
at it, within it, around it,
all of it
touching the sea
in every parameter;
creativity
that starts in trees
and stops in sand;
like a hundred miles
of beach belt,
holding up, bracing
the island;
keeping it
from sliding back
into the slippery salt
from whence
it came.

But certainly you know,
probably you understand,
that without you
we cannot find
the other shoe;
without you
we don’t know
what to do;
without you
the sky was never
blue,
not even once.

So
welcome back,
song lady.
For we missed your
guidance,
and counsel,
and your
eyes,
and your
heart.

Glenn Buttkus 2008