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Monday, 2 July 2012

wisdom in brokenness

folded
pages of gold
brightly burnished symbols
carry more than makers intent
meaning


one minute
the map is unfolded
the next steps
understood
relative positions established
moon-sun and tide aware
starry compass
needle points the way
over worn wooden stile
across mild mannered summer meadow
under birdsong punctuated skies of blue
the next minute
it is folded
another day’s muck-ravel
to untangle