for Patricia Lance Sometimes I wonder if someone is there Not understanding but sensing something where As if the other side of some divide Between the one dimension and the other The wall of it all I sense my mother At the wall there calling from the other side When one and another then we both are Either side of time now through the wall somehow Palms facing through space as if through glass when I sought her in the sky then thought her a star But she was not up there she is here now To see me through it all through the wall again I understand how love goes on now where Sometimes I wonder if someone is there Steven Curtis Lance