Pathways to Gifts

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By Hélène Cardona.

 

when my soul turned round,

perceiving the other-side of everything…

                                                                 ―H.D.

 

Whispers wake me.

I return home

behind a procession of swans

to an island in the heart of Paris.

On the cliffs where the wild ones come

to show themselves,

I sing this whistling song,

look at the other side of the world

as if a deck of cards spread out

to peek under and flip over

for a glimpse at the hidden side.

The dream opens forgotten realms of creation.

I think that’s what time is.

 


This poem was previously published in the multi-award-winning poetry collection by Helene Cardona entitled Dreaming My Animal Selves (Salmon Poetry 2013): https://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=281&a=240