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.