Funerary

From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:

Early in the morning

while darkness still wraps

its cloak around you

go out

carrying the oils and spices

of your tended life

in careful vessels

searching for the place

told you by those who heard of it

from someone else

who

party to a conversation

overheard the details of direction

and generalized a map

which

holding in your hand

you see

has not the compass points

but only wavy lines

to indicate the route to take.

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