Poetry list
which way
the compass is
a sign and means
of the geographic
journey locating
the ego in space
but not society
on earth but
not in heaven
cardinal points
and ordinal
directions lock
us into the
world and we
lose our way it
is death’s power
that takes me
out of self and
beyond the dust
of finitude and
limit the void
and emptiness of
the tomb call us to
a home without a
plot a dwelling with
no place the life
that has no end
nor beginning
because the clock
has nothing to
measure and the
compass no location
it is matter and
creation that holds
this truth and
invitation so delicately
we can miss it
there are so many
signs and wonders
to lock us in the
unreal now the
illusion of possession
and permanence
listen to the heart
that sings without
a beat of the
great ineffable
journey of love –
we’re going
nowhere
and for
never and never
take us
© Neil Thompson 2023