Burden

Dropped blind onto the rocky plain,
No map nor compass nor star to guide,
Stumbling once, twice, too many times
Across a patch of soft wet grass,
Mistaking it for an open-hearted oasis,

One begins at last to construct a map
By feel, by smell, by eyeless sense,
Where drops of rain stand in for oceans,
The sucking vortex for two-way streets,
Wandering, mole-blind, persistent, stunned,

Until Love’s hand fires all the plain,
Burns away stark longtime blindness,
Turns even the rocks inside out,
Becomes all things: mother and father,
Faithful friend, brother, lover, self.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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