Unleavened

you were just one step away from what you wanted

Photo: © David Whyte

UNLEAVENED

Looking
back
at you
standing
there,
wind swept
on an edge
of grey
northern
moor
you were
just
one step away
from what
you wanted,
Tir na nog
through
a bank
of mist,
the voice
calling you
there
all right
but
indistinct,
the half
perceived
angel
flitting
in the grey
wind curl
of a northern
sky
always
present
always
opening
…