Walking

(for R travelling)

by T.P. Wilkinson / November 14th, 2021

Damp leaves hold the ground
Hair with sunlight sprayed
Feathers on cold earth found
By flying dreams delayed
Warm hands wipe the face
Wind washes fears away
In this field lies no trace
Every heart must have its day.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, November 14th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.