“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”
-Rumi
I find the diamond necklace
In the scramble up a chimney
to a summit block
and friends
In the easing of slight nausea
as I descend to 10,000 feet
In the full body wag
of the creek over rocks
In the sight of a wild rose
and the rush of my dad
posing by a rose for Mom
backpack on his 70 year-old back
His goofiness
His steadfast neediness
The sight of a Shooting Star
and hours later humming
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know? Woah, yeah!"
And feeling it must be me
In sunlight on my face
daydreaming on the narrow gauge train
I reach up and feel --
Yes. Necklace.
