On Missing Her

I’ve never seen the Canyon’s depth; the Rockies soaring height;
The sunrise on the Northern shores; the Nile gay and blithe;
The jungle of the Amazon; the majesty of Rome.
Within the confines of my soul, I never left my home.
Why miss those distant northern lights or islands of the sea,
The beauty of the valley’s span—its colored majesties?
In silence on the midnight hour they lose their gloried hue.
I miss them not yet in my heart I find I’m missing you.

written 1967

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