By John Anthony Fingleton


I will come and see you again
when the hemlock trees are in full bloom,
after the monsoon rains have passed
that conflict with the moon.
There we will walk on loamy soil
to where the cabin had once stood,
and talk of things remembered
in the days of our childhood.
Listen to that curving stream
that forever changes pace,
but keeps a constant tempo
in the torrent of its race.
But I must first go a little westwards
to the mountains of the sun,
and wait there for an angel
to announce the anointed one.
When that duty is discharged,
I will be free to travel east,
to rebuild that old log cabin
and forever rest in peace.

©John Anthony Fingleton (2019) (Löst Viking)

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