Hope

After the war is passed
and
the pieces
we are gathering up
in our arms, saying
'what do I do now
with this?'

my legs shake for strain
the climb suddenly finished
the long run
now passed
and we stand alone
 in this field
stillness closing in
like braying hounds

Am I glad? you ask
releaved? To know the long
journey, as I've known it, is ended?
that a further road is now opened?

I don't think so
not yet.
Let me stand
here first. Find the graves
remember the voices
and cry

perhaps then
when we meet
you will see me
inside my eyes
alive and
bearing fruit