The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 20 / Phillip Neal Tippin

He kisses the head
Of the cries and demands
   (The little inquisitor)

The Mystery is in accurately
Seeing the real

Met some unrelenting walls
That would not move for words

The Benediction of
The only possible.

Safe in patience

Gratitude for a morning
When the heads of the trees
Are still, unsnapped.

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2022 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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