ANOTHER COUNTRY
Misty May memory,
return to first country;
sprinkled hawthorn bushes
speak of your nearness
even after many years.
It rained
as I took early train
to our hidden rendezvous,
our secret assignation,
far from corporation,
rediscovering union;
resisting together
chaining to career.
Clouds gave way to sunshine
seeing you when I stepped from the train,
walking together to your home.
After all you endured
in our vision’s name
you still took my hand
in love. I rose again.
Yesterday waking and thinking
of that day in far-off land,
a state I shall not live again.
Our child, imagination,
now full grown,
prepared me for today’s darker scene.
A deer passed my house today
stepping delicate and sure-footed
this traveler between worlds
stirred holy fire within my breast.
Hope you and I first kindled
on that forever foreign shore
shall not perish from the earth
now and forevermore.
© Phil Kemp, 2025
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