Naomi Shihab Nye - Haunted lyrics

We are looking for your laugh Trying to find the path back to it Between drooping trees Listening for your rustle Under bamboo Brush of fig leaves Feeling your step On the porch Natty lantana blossom Poked into your bu*tonhole We see your raised face At both sides of a day How was it, you lived around The edge of everything we did Seasons of ailing & growing Mountains of laundry & mail? I am looking for you first & last In the dark places When I turn my face away From headlines at dawn Dropping the rolled news to the floor Your rumble of calm Poured into me There was the saving grace Of care, from day one, the watching And being watched From every corner of the yard