Day Tripper Dispatches

July 2, 2007, 3:32 pm
Filed under: ordinary magic, poetry

Loss Gives Permission

I walk through broken landscape
that’s been around a long, long time.
It’s beautiful, these cornices now at knee level.
Wrong, but beautiful.
A mist floats me to a different place
I couldn’t have gotten to on my own.
The greens of the garden are heightened, multitudes of smells effuse.
I belong, it is familiar. A bit of wonderment as to how.
No frolicking, no running.
Slowness seeps in.
A new speed to step into.

By Julie Kuhn, Jamaica Plain

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