Veils (i)

 i

there is a garden
there is lantern - unlit
table, too saint
consumed in their dying

i live in its shadow, its thorn and its berry
i dance with the ant
seek wisdom from the worm, as

the veil of my longing is known only to morning
the moss and the fledgling
laugh at her caul

i am loved by
the ivy, my mother mused virgin - concealed
she is skirted in creme and in dew
she nurses my foresight - she kisses my brow

not window would
find me, not line, not a word
i am given to the garden, given yet
denied, with

the veil of all longing known only to the morning
feathers once flown
laugh at the wind, as

i would delight in the still,
aware of  leaving  -  dealt
the unborn
the shroud of my breath

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2013


van Gogh 1889 - Tree with ivy in the Asylum Garden