Go down
down
down
to the place in you
where fire and silence dwell —
the place of power.
Go down
down
down
to that pool in you
of weedless water —
the place of knowing.
Go down
down
down
the moss bright path
to your Grandmother’s house —
the place of song.
Go down
down
down
to the last strawberry —
the freshness of God.
From Firesong (Aotearoa New Zealand: Steele Roberts Ltd.), copyright 1999. All rights reserved.
Posted with kind permission of the poet.
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