March 27, 2010

the first evening crickets

I’ve been blessed in my life many times over. I’ve been flown around the world. I’ve been handed pots of money so I could quit my 9-5 job. I’ve been saved from psychos. I’ve had beautiful women. I’ve been visited by spirits that were quite friendly, and I’ve even been allowed to glimpse the future.

And yet, I’ve never duplicated the joy I found with you in the hayloft of that rickety barn.

I didn’t realize God had leaned out of the sky and kissed me fully on the lips when he led me to that farm.

I can still smell the trees outside, feel the straw, hear the first of the evening crickets, see the pretty horses. You’re there with your camera, your untamed blonde hair and that smile of yours that was dreamed up in God’s mind a trillion years ago.

My Midwestern country girl.

There is no more sacred place in my heart than the one you occupy: The first girl I loved.

Tell me, what sort of diamond-burst energy do we share when twenty years later we’re still falling into each other’s eyes?


thinkingtoohard said...

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I love this voice. More please.

Lori said...

I love it!

She Writes said...


This is really lovely. I am so glad you suggested it.

Love, Evolution, and Resilience said...

Oh how wonderful this feels! Move over, and don't stop... I'll love vicariously through you.