Our Journey

Tomorrow we shall go- leave before the dawn spreads out and finds the shadows untouched by light and when we journey by the countryside and fairway we shall pick purple cherries and wonder of the tree that gave, crab apples in grasslands stomped underfoot, and we will laugh at our sticky-juiced feet, then we'll pluck ears of corn for only those able to Hear (for by luck we may learn) and when we journey past great lakes and northern winds, we will fall in marvel when the cool wind smites our right cheek we shall turn the other touched with brilliance, to her perfume of seaweed and fish- we will be the proud fishermen, galiot sailing the Mediterranean and walking upon collapsing waves -and then we shall understand what the five thousand ate in confusion, and when the aft of day reaches us we will lie in the white milk of each one's arms and stare at the starry sky, we will understand what is truth when the thunder and nimbostratus falls down upon us saying, this is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased, hear ye him.