Plodding

There’s always a moment
when, for some reason I cannot fathom,
what was impossible becomes possible,
when a thousand tiny doors open,
space and light flood in and all my problems
dissolve into possibilities.

It happened this morning
as I was plodding round the park,
my feet keeping time with my pedestrian thoughts,
when a tiny speck of starlight took pity on me,
fell gently though the darkness into my mind,
enfolded everything, released me from the labyrinth
then lit the way to love’s sweet meadows.

DF. 3-2-2021 1455

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