the rescue

Ramblings / Sunday, July 29th, 2018

I’ll be home

when the blackbirds sing and the sun rises in the evening


I’ll be home

when I walk on the sky and earth is hanging above us

when the mountains go inwards and the seas are upended

when the stars are dark and the whole firmament blazing with gold


I’ll be home

well before the drowning –

to sink deep down

and be rescued again


by the strength of my own arms

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