In The Beginning…

The corn dust, the rattling of the picker
The vibrations from the ride
The excitement of love, the sharing
The bonding, the exploring

The images of that first fall on the farm
Drift through my mind

The warmth, the crispness
The future that was so unknown but certain
It was to be forever, growing old together

My young man and I
We shared an innocence
As our souls intertwined
Never having been braided together before

The pain in his eyes
I thought I would fix
With love and understanding
I couldn’t have guessed how deep it ran
Or how it would grow…
Into a stranger

October 26, 2001 Elaine Carlson