all lie around me, and I can choose the way
to go. So I will learn where this path leads:
uphill and hidden between the trees, which rustle
like traffic – no, like streams – when the wind is blowing,
above green shadows and jagged steps of slate,
through stony walls and sunlight. The slope descends
and I look out on fields of fog and snow
where, below, I will wade through pools as high as my knees
or higher. Where will I go? Where am I now?
But I don’t have to know, and that’s just why
I am not lost: Everything here is found.
Written for the Rusland Spring Show
Dedicated to my brother Jon
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| Rusland Church (2018) |
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