On my knees
In the harsh sand
Of the riverbed,
Panning
Through the rubble
Of the day.

Hoping, hoping,
For the glisten
Of a thought
Worthy
Of your attention.

A few false starts
Turned over
Revealing
Only
Trivia.

Hours later,
Knees sore,
Heart aching,
I tread the weary road to sleep.
Hands pressed deep
In the pockets of
My inner cloak.

Fingering the pebble
Turned round and round
All day,
The thoughts of you
Worn smooth
By repetition.

I realise then
This is the gold
I looked for all along

And share with you –

‘Today
You have been carried
In my soul’