Sojourn
The going and not
the getting there
is the sweetest thing,
and knowing
some branches were broken
by the way you came
made a pathway
through the trees.
Journeying is not
a finished thing
but to rest
and know the place
is one kind of arriving.
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After Opening the Sewing Table Drawer
A poem by Trina L. Drotar of Sacramento.
Published on 07.12.12