Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Rob Allan
Poem
PUTTING THE WORD ASIDE
Putting the word aside,
being wordless, word implied, fit to pass
through the garden of quotes,
engraved in stone, tablets to instruct,
arches triumphal, gateway to memories,
paths wound through spiral catalogues, directories
of the human, turns of life in true meridian:
to weigh the sights that meet the eye
to hear the music of earth and sky.
Dunedin sounds of bliss pursued by grief,
scored by the paradox the present is
a past displaced, yet dreams persist
to catch at meanings,
of life lived, of loved one missed, of new turnings.