A Garden With A Pondportugal, Winter 2018 Poem by Daniel Brick

Kathinka

I came to this place after
your sojourn: your presence
still lingered in the air,
and the spirit of the place
remembered you. Grass stalks
your footsteps flattened
have lifted themselves
in anticipation of your return.
I reach a rim of rocks outlining
a shallow pond. It was here you sat
in a meditative calm, and felt peace
permeate everything. Then beauty
simply unfolded herself, like a flower-
patch in sunlight. When goodness arrived,
you knew this circle of virtues was complete.
It is your presence which summoned this trio.

The tears you shed
in that moment of fulfillment
were harbingers of Joy, not sorrow.
They arose from deep within you,
where all is whole and free, and
dropped one by one into the patient
ground... My words vanish, too:
they were drawn forth
to witness your epiphany: what persists,
what abides is simply the love
your meditation left behind,
that turns the hum of existence
into the music of of our shared life.