Who?

Who are you
that I should see your smile
in the first sip of morning tea
and the last sip of evening,

and in soap bubbles
sliding down a wineglass?
Who are you
that I should introduce Bluebirds

bouncing through Scrub Juniper,
hear them whistle and squabble?
Who are you that purple flowers
at North Long Point remind me

of tumbling dark hair?
Where are you?