To Count the Ways

by Sue Brennan Walker

And are you there, wherever there may be?

I asked around: Petrarch, Boccaccio.

Is there a map to show which way to go?

I asked Gert Stein: “Oh where’s eternity?”

I searched for you in Norwich and in Stowe;

I looked for you in Bath and Battersea.

I scanned the skies: Uranus, Mercury,

Oh where is there? I’d surely like to know.

It’s been two years since you have passed away,

and I would like to hear your voice again,

But there  is where the heart is. You are near,

So let me tell you dear, just let me say

the ways in which I love, although it’s clear,

I want your where with me, as it had always been.