VALLEY

VALLEY

“Until the day breaks

    and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
    and to the hill of incense.”

(Song of songs 4.6)

The tracks we leave behind,
The footsteps if you like.
Explosion, implosion.
The images we find
so hard to understand,
interpret, make amends
with, inside the mind.
Wheel up the slanting hill,
Wait for the early light,
Of day. Let mind break free
Let words appear and stay
Let sleep come seeping in
Let eyes finally find
Some rest.

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Poem by Darren White