Divining – Poem by Rosemerry Trommer

looking-into-mountains

Not just on the wall—
the writing’s on the sky,
the river, the moon, the bridge.
And wouldn’t you love
to believe it’s a map, and
that if only you could read it,
you might know where to go
from here? Yes, we’re lost,
but god, isn’t it beautiful,
this place where we wander,
this place where gold gathers
just before the plum of night?

by Rosemerry Trommer

2016-10-15T01:44:51+00:00 December 28th, 2015|Tags: , , |Comments Off on Divining – Poem by Rosemerry Trommer