SOMETIMES A PATH SEEMS TO OPEN UP

 

SOMETIMES A PATH SEEMS TO OPEN UP

Sometimes a path seems to open up

Wild onions grow there, the skies mirror

The billows of seas not yet registered

And all of them are grey, grey silver.

A path opens up and there are berries there

And you pluck and eat them the juice running down your chin

And survive many winters or only the worst one

And this is in dreaming yet It feels like real life

As if suddenly you were plunged into a far away country

Through the mists

That is suddenly very near

And you make your way slowly

Almost among familiar things.

mary angela douglas 10 march 2024