The Journey

While Reading Milosz


Once I was ambitious
Now I recognize the cat's tread
In high hay grass
And I know what ridge to climb
When I'm lonely for the sea

Down the cobbled stairway
Down to the stony room
Where candle-lit
Bottles lie prone and unopened

Holidays come friends visit
We follow the way of our kind
Riotous laughter reflections
Sitting apart to confide
Angels rest nearby

In the morning I bow east
After long journeys
I go to the garden

Daniel Marlin, Tilden Park
Daniel Marlin, Tilden Park


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