A Place That Hesse Invited Me In

A Place That Hesse Invited Me In

April 19, 2018

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I think what I see…

When asked to be part of my world

A world I too widely see…

Where too much of my life

Is a world where I am but a world where I cannot be

Like theatre of the unreal, too real

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A world in which I have seem to have walked through those doors

Where the mirrors are only from waking to sleep

Where from sleep is something I see that’s real

That woke me today when the horse stumbled in the snow

I disembarked

Removed her bridle and bit

And together with hand on bent mane

I woke

I took myself from bed

Folded the blankets

Roused the dog

And with the key in the ignition

Drove ourselves to the arboretum

Sanctuary of small spaces where cars only distantly drive by

Where at six in the morning all is quiet in raucous spring bird silence

And I met a pileated woodpecker

Who sang to me… wuk, wuk, wuk, wuk

And once two years ago

I remembered

I followed a pileated

With cross bow in hand

Looking for turkeys

But the bird took me away

To another place

Where I sat and watched within metres

The dismemberment of wood

Until he finished and parted ways

The woodpecker took me to patience

A land where the turkey I thought I would know dead, still lives

And so that now the real I wanted

Is the unreal

Is my life

Through the mirrors

I am long able to walk

With the mare that woke me

A place that Hesse invited me in.