.the visit.
there is no one about down the back road
just two squirrels.
i wander up the slope to the studio
to see if she is in.
**
she had issued one invitation only. a quaint
old fashioned idea, that we may be friends
please come ,take a drink, talk with me
maybe walk with me
let us get to know each other gently
do not over stay the welcome 50 minutes will suffice
breaking cups spilling tea will abuse the hospitality
please come. i have the kettle on. this is not the time
for hostility
**
she knows this is a corpse road, an old deathway
bridle path up to the church
where the monks walked from the abbey where
dead were brought for burial, pagan before the now
where candles burned
an old place she thought
**
background noises interrupt the walking tread
she turns to look back at the outline of trees
the scene beyond
hengwrt. smoke rising
smells of warm wax
by the door
she catches her reflection in the glass
wonders who it is. lost in mind
forgets that she exists
a sense of unreality
the door slightly open
she pushes it and waits
does not call out or knock
it does not some as natural
enters
her host is not at home yet
she looks about
blinks noting all the objects
are hers
she is the visitor, she is the host
she is two
become one again
inside outside in
**
she thought
there was no one about down the back road
just two squirrels.
my sister
