i took the low road
the buttoned up paper daisies
shielding themselves against the world
the slate splitting under foot
my shadow led the way
i wanted to continue straight
but the path had other ideas
i followed it uphill
spiderwebs clinging to my face
breathing hard
at the top, crumbs of granite
showed the path
until they opened into a clearing
i turned into the bush
comforting closeness
a shaft of light
i bathed within
watching it sparkle through my eyelashes
turning this way and that
hoping it would light me from the inside
i studied two millipieds
nestled together
listened to the drip of rain from leaves
holding my hands out
hoping to retain the divine
eleanor est 