Joy, love, desire – are they the source of
Sorrow? The root, the branch?
Thirty robins returned to the ash tree
Surprised me with joy a couple days ago.
I may not see them again
I may pass on and up, out where the joy is,
If it is to be found like that,
I have felt joy rising up inside me, impatient
As the wind when I wake in the night, even through the
Dizzy nausea – why I can’t tell you, where
I don’t know – love is joy is a kind of pain, is it?
I forgot to talk about my son (though no possession)
Any more than music, springs of water, pine trees, mountains
Author: Duncan MacNae
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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