The new garden

I hope in living,

as I live in hope,

that there will be

the paths that turn

from this despair

that I feel about the world

to the coming of

the new garden in the distance,

a place where through nakedness

we can find our way

back to each other again.

 

And in this place at journeys end

and at journey’s beginning,

there is no gaze from above

and none from below,

just the sounds of voices

content with the garden and

with holding hands.

 

16/8/2017

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