I Look For You

I look for you

in the reflection of puddles

and on stones, overturned.

though muck and mire seem so beneath you

I look for you

in the rays of the sun

and between the clouds

as if your greatness should be so cliché as “up high”

I look for you

between lines on each page

as if you’ve written every one for me

-a secret message between lovers

I look for you

in the face of tragedy

the things I cannot understand,

bare to look at or retell

I look for you

in the anger that follows

-every scene

or truths that I withhold,
and in my emptiness when I cannot justify those two

I look for you

in street lights and on door posts

as if your profoundness dare be

so mundane or obvious

I look for you

in things that move

a lover's kiss

a baby’s breath

a song that rips me to my core

I look for you

eyes closed,

relying completely on my senses or  

how others describe you to be

I look for you

sinking down in pews,

standing at each ovation,

wading in waters,

stretched out along the shore

And yet

no opportunity goes unanswered

no glance returns void

and so -

       I keep on looking