Dordogne summer

 
My past
unrolls, unwinds, unfurls
 
a river, field, & over there
the church chimes six;
 
the horses twitch their tails
flies, always the flies
 
it’s sunset & the trees
flame fire.
 
We chose to go
while others stayed
 
a paradise, a world
conceived
 
in nature’s cradle:
 
the foal’s peer
‘neath their mother’s flank
 
a velvet nose, a snort:
their huge eyes regard
 
 
a world washed new
each night.
 
Twilight & the frog’s chorus
emanates from reeds
 
where earlier dragon fly
hovered: overhead a buzzard
 
& owl opens sleepy eyes
the night becomes his garden.
 
My past
unwinds, unrolls, unfurls
 
people that I loved
have crossed that
 
silent bridge
but I’m still bound
 
my faith tied with
unseen threads
 
 
to this land:
this specific place
 
shimmering under
pink moon’s siren song
 
consumed, converted
thrown away
 
till Zion comes.