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In East Africa I wandered
on the plains
of thorny grass.
Like an Empale
tuned… alert to death.
Then I was brave.
I dared. I took the steps.
I do remember that.
But Fate can deal bad cards.
The Queen of Hearts is cold.
The Jack is fickle foe… the King…
He wants your gold…
And just forget those mocking Gods…
They play you for a fool.
There is no safer place to be..
Than out there in the wild…
Away from Home.
Home is the Mind.
That trap, that worried thing,
It hurts…… it tortures too.
And grounds the flight
of our diaphanous wings.
Hope is an Open Door towards
That slow and steady walk,
That forward stride… which leaves
The draining thoughts behind.
To clasp the Bird of Suffering
within the cage of intellect,
To catch it in our very hands…
And stretching out…to let it fly….
into oblivion.
Kristine Byrne. Dec 2021/April 2022
Illustration…KB