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Closing Portal

Nature has portals rather than doors ~ James Harrison

A smooth storm flowing up from the south birthed that reverie, 
an echo, 
drawing open a window across the pea green pond of the mind.
A chant-cry reverberating over the canopy of trees 
stopped thought, 
a steel voice the color of eternity

“Sail through
Sail through
Sail through”

Tiny drops of shadow
Moving me from lake to lake
A young ghost almost
Cat-like I glide
Before the juddering call

Slipping from this life to the next

Ignorant until the daydream becomes that moment we called death

© Jilly's 2016


A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

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