RULE BY SPACE

I find You, not
in any thoughtful script
nor, in muted recital

Yours, are
the other ways
to pace your silent steps

I find You, perching
on high branches
pecking half ripe fruit

Yours, are
infinite ways
to smudge my tears

I find You, not
in rosary count
nor, in tinkle-bells

Yours, have
other options
to rule by space