Tom Bevan – Leaving Today
And if you go up that way you will meet with a man,
despair drunk , his face etched with time he wishes not to remember
that there is no God. Take notice.
Take no notice, move further up the hill
past the lambs who know not
the one creed whose lips yet utter
different versions of the same tale.
To stop a little of the sun’s light
the shade of an oak offers a weary child.
Grasps for your hand. But do not linger.
The peak marvels at the stretched emerald,
its many turnings towards the tall concrete distance.
Turn away; you’ve made up your mind.
You are leaving today.
- Posted in: Poetry