You are everywhere

I recall a place, a green like no other,
a road, a river to the sea.
a ship from China to Rhode Island,
pale ghosts of light though leaves.

You have forgotten your own voice.
You are flood of all summers,
clouds, moonlight,
the smell of roots and stone hills.
You are the bright eyes of sparrows.
You are the panthers,
and house cats standing beside clean doorways.