Pilgrim

For Angela, for her trip into the heart of the world. September 2005.



Fly
Wind
Walk
Bend
Go

Forward and up
Over and out
Inside
Through
Between
With

As

As

Be It

Fly and ground
Low and round
Arched around the sky
Like all the rivers
Made before you thought you couldn’t do it
Which was never,
Not with these eyes.

Your hands and legs,
The mountain.
Your eyes and ears,
The rivers.
Your heart,
The sound of thunder in the East.

Your friends,
The milestone-markers
On your way to everywhere
And home again.

You have never left.