The way in
Is the way out…
The way out
Is the way in…
In the way
Is the way.
I have it in my mind that we have been to Avalon at least once since our last presentation there which was way, way, back in December Two-thousand-and-fourteen.
But, when I think, it is difficult to say precisely when, and why this other visit occurred, which probably means that it did not happen at all.
Our visits in that year were both frequent and regular which could account for my confusion.
This time, the journey down most resembles our third trip that year.
The one with all the hawks.
The hawks now, somehow, manage to look like they are encouraging us on our way and that they are also entirely cognisant of what is about to befall us.
As well as being impossible, this is both mildly disconcerting yet incredibly exciting.
It means that something is about to happen and if it in any way resembles the happening on that third trip it will be more than well worth the petrol money…
On one side a giant kisses the sky,
On the other a fore-finger, its hand buried in clay.
Yet should you ask, ‘why?’
There is no one left to say…
Can a sliver of blue heaven
Between hard rock face,
Answer the riddle
Set by time and place?
Could Sentinels of Stone point out the way?
Is there really such a difference betwixt night and day?
First it was a tickle,
Then it was a stroke…
As the pale sun’s disk
Caressed by bark
Slid down to earth
And then began to talk…
‘You enter this portal to
avoid traversing the dark.’