A STRANGE LAND

 

This is a strange land

And I am a stranger

To all that is here.

Shapes come and go,

Silent

With sibilant footsteps.

all is milky white,

No clues to where I am.

Sometimes a gentled thought

Comes to me

And I walk with it a while,

Slowly and slowly.

It gestures in deep silence.

I follow it up to

the low rising hills

of early autumnal grace

That lift me as I climb

 this part of the world.

I pass thru a gate

And lie down in a deep pasture

With golden wallflowers

Red clover and

Frothy white yarrow

Wild pink roses and

Blood red prairie lily

To sleep and sleep and sleep,

Forever grateful.