Though I cannot trespass in
your confidential corner of creation,
the sanctuary from which your nucleus of being
shines her light into the world,
I can wait outside.

And we shall meet in neutral meadows between us
to share our stories of discoveries in those places,
enclosed in thoughtful solitude,
about ourselves.

Perhaps, surprised to discover,
in these isolated temples
with individual decoration,
the walls and weather are the same.

From: The Saint Of Travellers © 2018 David Webb