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You were almost there:

in a place without fear

before your slippery now

snapped back into

yesterdays and tomorrows

and all that ferocious bliss

dashed away

like a glimpse of a fox

clothed in autumn—

you're sure you saw it

before it plunged into a

drizzle of darkness

between the trees,

or like a love song 

God wrote

and then you forgot

because it was a love

too pure to drink,

too lavish to be believed,

too fierce to be endured,

while following our 

farcical scripts so far

from the temple of

everything 

that truly matters . . .

But see how the field

of Queen Anne's lace breathes

in foaming rapture,

and without questions—

just living well

for a moment

while annihilating

us like fire—

so much power in softness!

And what, I think, it is

saying is: 

just find

the weightless space 

where faith is at least 

not impossible 

and meet yourself there,

knowing you are not a vagrant

in this blizzard of stones,

and although you are here,

you are there,

always traveling,

yet always home.

Patricia Joan Jones