St. John’s 2005
There is a field of Golden shadows
where the Soul hovers over the soul,
and the oblique Sun
is fixed all day
in late-afternoon angles.
This is no-time,
Dreamtime,
Chronos.
One day,
one day only of my year
may I drop into this place
unnoticed by any and all.
And as a traveler would
in a completely foreign land,
I lose track of the passage of time,
until at day’s end,
while my body tells a different story,
my Mind,
my Heart,
my Soul
having come back to where I live,
wonder where the hours fled,
indeed, stand confused
but strangely well fed.
Pat Warner gathering St. John's Wort
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