Vision on the Hills

opening like eyes to other worlds

Photo: © David Whyte

VISION ON THE HILLS

That full view of the world seen as a child,
barely understood, a flight of half-remembered doves
and red leaves in violent rustle from the wind that followed.

Stone walls climbed the hilltops through thunder
and sleeting rain, entering the mist that drew me on
paths where every stone stood single, opening like …