if we met face to face
a daydream...
if we met face-to-face a daydream hiking in Ireland drinking lines from the clouds I turn a bend there’s David Whyte an icon of mine alone, deep in thought probably a poem, mustn’t disturb him but he looks up and smiles, hails me with warmth will you hear my poem? now, you must be in it! startled, I feel ease— recite it for me please I sit on a boulder wrap arms around knees and attend feel the mist he shades with words the cascading stream unshorn sheep hidden path taken the stranger he meets that he greets as old friend and I think, oh, that’s me! silence opens companionable he holds my gaze you have a poem or we wouldn’t have met I take a deep breath and recite what just came I sit in silence with generous light returning the robin’s early song my easy breathing— no entreaties no words at all we bow and walk on
What fun!
Oh I was present in this moment too x