Maybe one day I shall construct a little outhouse
Devised entirely of metal and stained glass,
Except, of course, for a floor of oak - or marble -
Reflecting dazzling colours, a shoe scuffed mirror
Almost brighter than the walls of glass.
This shall be my miniature Reims - or Chartres,
A cathedral of the mind
Not of stone and mortar,
A space for contemplation - to think - to write
a book,
Or simply sit quite still while long years pass.
Time to live like an anchorite in a cell
Trying to make sense of dreams and visions;
Julian of Norwich shall be my saint and exemplar
As I try to rediscover honesty, hope and truth
In an era when lies are de-rigueur.
I shall cook rice and apples on my charcoal stove,
And never venture out of doors
Come frost - come hail - come exquisite summer
weather.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
March 18th. - 19th. - May 16th.-18th. 2023.
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