Reminds me of the mountains in Japan. Deborah


Darkness and Light

The field is lit with tiny flowers,
the grass silvered with new growth
that I have walked among for hours.
From the edge is an opening
where I flop in from the hot sun
to a cave of branches,
descend to a mossy chasm
where chuckles the river water through roots
and darts the fingerling trout from stone to stone.
My eyes adapt and catch the flicker of a little bat
as it lifts an insect from the passing film.

I did not come here by accident.
I came looking for something.
I have not found it,
but it might be here when I return.
I have left word with the gossiping leaves,
a stone buried in the loam.
I cannot see around the corner
to the source of the endless water,
nor the pattern of pebbles on the river bed.

I cannot see far through the trees
but know how in darkness
these branches will grow towards light,
this river flow to a loch
that holds hills and voyaging cloud.





Colin





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