View From A Mountain Garden ( part)
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Of ghosts,
a splendid architecture of ghosts
Do we make our habitations.
From the heart and sinews of seas and forests,
From the ground-down aeons of mountain muds,
From river stone, from oak shadows….
this waiting house,
a world reconstrued, once
laid low to dust, now breathed
and built up once more…
a nest for sighs and whispers
wrapped in birdsong
wrapped in leaf…
making no choices, though shaping all.
says nothing, mother and grandmother,
mam a mam-gu of the land.
dressed in their wild and neatly stitched green lawns,
their tidy beds, their hasty gates and tumbled yards…
they all rest in their own weight,
watching the come and go.
an anchor for time and space,
intimation, imitation, even, of eternity.
our own cosmography outliving us….
simonhlilly 