That Still Place
I travelled from the dark,
all the way through.
But yet brought some with me,
additionally your undiscovered country.
There, for the most part
in those days was light,
after a summer of bathing,
your companion, wounds.
Your history, the fabric of your land,
or much, that you laid
at my wet feet, that kitchen table,
I honour.
And in that that I
consider my words,
deeds, my omissions,
your sacred commissions, my death.
Seek I now,
even as late, this evening tide
a place of still repose,
beyondt this life of remembrance,
of you.