
Wherever I go
Wherever I walk,
every road that I wander
will lead me back to you.
For my footsteps are printed
in the grass by the hill,
and the loch’s stole an inch
of my tears,
And my smile is still etched
in the curve of the bridge,
and my heart in the grey stony
brick.
See my words still whistle
in the trees and the reed
and my fingerprints curl
in each book,
And my time never ended
with a tap on the head,
with a robe a scroll or a nod and a look.
Wherever I go
and wherever I walk,
every road that I wander
will lead me back to you.
©Eilidh G Clark