Yonder
Not here. Not there. Over yonder.
My quest to bring yonder back
Began some years ago
Brought giggles to those around me
Ms. Houck,
Why “Yonder?”
I have been asked
To and fro
Maybe it is the mystery
All of the possibilities
Of where yonder could be
Perhaps it is the sound
When you say “Yonder” out loud
How you purse your lips
As you become aware
Yonder could be anywhere
Which makes it perfect
As something to ponder
Is it two lights down-?
Then take a left?
Or passed the ancient ruins tucked away in a field?
Yonder is such a romantic place:
Just ask Juliet
For Romeo did say,
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?