To Marvel

I marvel at 

how we live,

how we give

but don’t

yet say we do.

I remember

flood waters

dragging me under

and dad yelling

if I needed to talk

he was there.

Thru muddy waters

I waved goodbye.

I marvel at

the road alone.

Every tree 

and every stone

being where

they’re suppose to be

and I marvel, 

what about me.