Strange Fire
Published in
Nov 7, 2022
A desert road burns with dry sand,
Squall of dust billowing into storm
That will only let you go when you listen
To the distant violet of bird-song.
Then recognise the way we all go
Leads up a farm path, all at once
Real and familiar, leaving the life
We have squandered in mean-time.
Between the open church door
And a beggar stumbling in brilliant light,
Stained glass shines on the road
Like the dust of a sunrise.