March 13, 2014

Thursday Poem - Ways to Leave

From the hilltop, take the old road
west and steeply downhill towards
Blue Mounds where Earthmaker sits
to judge the world.

Or trace the creek. It rises near
the hilltop and meanders southwards
to the river. Or go straight
over the crest

and southeast down to Black Earth Creek
where herons fish and deer graze
beside the fields. So many ways
to leave

this place or anyplace. And so few
ways to stay: as limestone from
an ancient sea; as shadow, bone
and dust.

Patricia Monaghan,
1946 - 2012

May flowers spring up in her footsteps like little suns as Pat wanders the green hills and dappled fields, the lofty headlands and pebbled shores, of the blithe and sunny realm that lies beyond this one.  I still miss her.

4 comments:

What in the World said...

Thank you Cate, for your Beautiful words and images. Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers and hope that you are feeling better everyday!
Mary Fran

Mystic Meandering said...

I am also hoping you are feeling better soon. Seems I have caught something on the wind as well... All one can do is rest and abide - this too shall pass... Either we will pass or it shall pass...

B. Rogers, Living in Black Mountain said...

Thanks for reminding me of Patricia. Time to read one of her books again, and I'm leaning toward the Red-haired Girl from the Bog...being close to St. Patty's Day and all. Be well.

sandra hagan said...

lovely human has gone to roam the green hills....

very nice to share...thank you.

hope you are feeling better.