Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Poem

Journey

Where are we going, love,
in a little yellow cart called marriage,
a dog, loyal, running after,
rings on our fingers?

Broad old road
taking us to market,
the fields on either side
flatten out to the sky.

Beyond the towns
is there an ocean
we might in the end
discover?

--Celia Gilbert from her book Bonfire