Walking

Tony Voss

In the gardens of the seminary

We walk the modest labyrinth, a path

Bricked in the sandy grass, a pilgrimage

In miniature. There are no dead-ends here,

This is not a maze: one way will lead you,

Even though, as you approach, you may think

That you’re losing your way, to the still heart.

There turn around and wind back to the brink.

I will come back to walk the labyrinth

One day, when the grass is green, the earth

Is rich, the bricks are bright and clean, the trees

In leaf and bloom and filled with singing birds.

No detours, no deceptions: remember,

A labyrinth is not a maze. My way

Will be along the new familiar path

To the still welcome heart. And there I’ll stay.

Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 15 September 2022