Sometimes A Path Seems To Open Up Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Sometimes a path seems to open up
Wild onions grow there, the skies mirror
The billows of seas not yet registered
And all of them are grey, grey silver.
A path opens up and there are berries there
And you pluck and eat them the juice running down your chin
And survive many winters or only the worst one
And this is in dreaming yet It feels like real life
As if suddenly you were plunged into a far away country
Through the mists
That is suddenly very near
And you make your way slowly
Almost among familiar things.
Mary angela douglas 10 march 2024