Threshold
Gate do you lead out or enclose?
climb steps through the overgrown green
close in for winter in the underworld
hide behind bars wrought and curved
like a rusty shepherds crook
then cross the threshold to who knows where
a return to joy, trust the rock hewn pathway
a final look and then turn your back on loss
Gate do you enclose or lead out?
across the fields to the river’s torrent
stride to the estuary panorama
always wondering about the opposite shore
somewhere over there west of the river
south of the channel south of land fall
and twenty degrees west joy will be found
forge ahead travel forward with purpose
to distant horizons hot and dry
wander like a gypsy-o swaying to the future
trusting the uncertain pathway
Lucid Gypsy 