A Long Walk
I’ve walked for miles
To get here
Past the forests
Of forgiveness
And too many mistakes
In the tall grass
Stumbling over rocks
And roots
And missteps
On the footpath
Of history’s forming
Through blistering summers
And frigid winters
To where the bridge
Washed out
In the spring
At the Gate
No more
Than dogs on a leash
Led by the necessities
Of life
Strangled by need
Thriving on ritual
And tradition
Seeking to belong
To anything
Free from guilt
And shame
Desperate
For the totality
Of eternity
And the promised kiss
Of paradise
Fearless
Darkness
And the closely held
Secrets
Of discontent
The twists and turns
And the curves of life
That defy
Common geometry
Obscuring myth
With complicated truth
Afraid of nothing
In the wilderness
And braced against
The ravaging winds
Of change
Shored
In the lush motherhood
Of love’s forgiveness
With the soothing relief
Of a soft summer’s rain
On the hot black tar
Of the city’s
Fuming
The Blood of Men
A taste of death
In the air
Across the blood
Of men
Lost in battles
Of derision
Through spirals
Of thought
And the sound
Of feeling
Through time
As we walk along
The bones
Of our brothers
To salvation
Wolf Ridge
The hills roll
The moon howls
On a starlit night
On the ridge
Where time slows
And the frogs chime in
From the pond
Over the bulrushes
Across the meadow
To the breathless beauty
Of you
John Drudge - is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
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