Go down
down
down
to the place in you
where fire and silence dwell —

the place of power.

Go down
down
down
to that pool in you
of weedless water —

the place of knowing.

Go down
down
down
the moss bright path
to your Grandmother’s house —

the place of song.

Go down
down
down
to the last strawberry —

the freshness of God.

 

From Firesong (Aotearoa New Zealand:
Steele Roberts Ltd.), copyright 1999.
All rights reserved.
Posted with kind permission of the poet.

 


Poetry