“what i carry in my heart / brings us so close or so far apart / only love can make love”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday:

In the Nursing Home, Jane Kenyon

She is like a horse grazing
a hill pasture that someone makes
smaller by coming every night
to pull the fences in and in.

She has stopped running wide loops,
stopped even the tight circles.
She drops her head to feed; grass
is dust, and the creekbed’s dry.

Master, come with your light
halter. Come and bring her in.


---L.

Subject quote from That Voice Again, Peter Gabriel.