Out of Nowhere

The thoughts of him
Pop in my head
Like a folk song
I saw his smiling eyes
His blue eyes were
Reflected in today's sky
I immediately thought of
A wheat field
Before the plows of
Morning harvest
Glean
Golden
Untouched
His picture
Staring at me now
God
I wish he were here
To tell him
All
But he's sitting with me
An angel
Watching over me

I take my long drives
I think of him
Thoughts
Seemingly out of nowhere
Yet
He's everywhere


*Thoughts of dad.