Scenes from the Journey: A Plum(b) Line to the Centre

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Leading to the center

is a plumb-line of plums,

purple skins dusted with white bloom.

Plum(b) me a line and I'll follow it forever.

As I pace the path I pick up a plum

and sink my teeth into its soft flesh.

I go alone to the center,

following the path

to the dot marking the spot

where it all stops.

The center is this:

when you come to it

even one tiny step more

will take you beyond it.

Scenes from the Journey