Trespasses

your voice still carries an insistent whisper, close to my ear

Photo: © David Whyte

Trespasses

For John O'Donohue

Your presence is the invitational mystery
it always was, a half-disappearance
even when you lived and breathed
and walked beside us in the lighted day.

You were here and gone as much then
as you are now except the door
will never open now to see you enter
and call out loud in the way you could,

though …