This hallowed gate

Some days
I cannot see
the liveliness,
the greenery;
the sturdy brick,
the graceful lines,
the circular effect, the curves,
the spokes of my own internal wheel;
cannot imagine
the blacksmith's hammer,
pounding all those stiff metal rods
into gentle curls --
so reminiscent
of my daughter's golden locks --
But sink instead
into the darkness,
the great black hole that appears
when the inner light is not yet lit
to show the garden
that lies beyond
this hallowed gate.


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