The second sister, travelling to Finland in search of love
bought for our dad a little bear
trademarked ‘Arabia’. I wonder who
curates today that memory of him?
In the constellations of kinship, Ursa Minor
circumnavigates Dhruvaloka, nose to the North Star.
Oh Great and Little Bears rotate!
I too have followed The Plough; seen
the worm turn; heard the seagull’s laughter.
‘A man outstanding in his field’ has been
my solitary companion and yet – engaging – smiles;
treading with sturdy feet beside, ahead of me;
turning to wait. Quickbeam – slowing into elm,
reviving at the roots – connects me
with the circularity of things.
Fieldfarer, seeking a more spacious sisterhood
I followed my heart’s Hare to the moor,
looked out over to where – on ancient rocks –
the gate stands fenceless.
And here I’ll stay, keeper of the Green Chapel,
close to the tides that draw me, gazing on up
to the Wolf hills where my bones
return to the earth.
© Kathy McVittie 12 July 2018
* Dhruvaloka (Sanskrit)