a ripple in the sward

 

 

Passage

 

I think to pass the wetlands,

my humdrum steps

   in line to cross the fen,

a thoughtless stroll

   to reach the other side,

but a ripple in the sward turns my foot,

a wrinkled phosphor turns my eye,

I stand, agape, at a wild portal,

its door ajar.

 

I am steeped in wonder.

 

I bethink a new imagination

   of the end of day,

I hurry through,

and, oh!…

 

December 19, 2020

Inspired by “Wilderness Doorway” by Jennifer Lagier, in the Aurorean, Vol. XXV 2020

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