Through the door
A walled garden
Where once I walked
Unfamiliar yet unafraid
Where peach trees
Looked toward the sun
Asparagus and celery beds
Edged round by apple
And the pear
No lost ground here
All fragrantly
Boxed in.
I have them still
In my mind's eye
A memorable
Conjuring trick
Under the hat
And before me
The opening box
The jigsaw puzzle
The straight edges
Easy enough
But
In the sky blue pieces
I could go anywhere
Not so easy
Knowing where
To set one's foot
Again the thought:
To have faith
Is to live with uncertainty.JL Jan 1st 2012 12:46
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