Illusion as hope

When the air is golden warm
with insect swarm red wing-flutter
and the walls askitter with lizards,

when sound is silence rippled
with conversational finch chatter
stream water running bright

between cyclamen banks
a pheasant’s persistent cough
and in the distance tractor rumble

I can almost believe the kilter rebalanced
the needle reset and the great swell of the world tide
as steady as a skein of geese heading home.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

20 thoughts on “Illusion as hope”

      1. They do if you have access to them. We do, you and I, but so many people don’t. It’s a privilege that I wouldn’t swap for the privilege of being able to shop, or change the kitchen or go to restaurants.

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