How is it?

How is it that my mind can wander
yet always be reminded of you---

Little things pointing me in your direction.
I want to tell you what I saw today: sunlight

Tilted across the field,
Illuminating every dust particle and insect.

All the flaws were beautiful.

I want to remember what I thought yesterday,
And that dream I had last night---was it in color?
I want to tell you before I forget,
I want you toremember for me.

I want to tell you about the deer in the field,
The flat tire,the fire, the mosquitoes and the rain.

I want to tell you about my bad moods,
My loss of humor, my pain.
I am not always irresistible;

I wonder how you put up with me;
I wonder why we are friends.
You must have things to tell me too.