Day 5. Arrival, by R.S.Thomas.
Not conscious
That you have been seeking
Suddenly
You come upon it
The village in the Welsh hills
Dust free
And no road out
But the one you came in by
A bird chimes
From a green tree
The hour that is no hour
You know. The river dawdles
To hold a mirror for you
Where you may see yourself
As you are, a traveller
With the moon’s halo
Above him, whom has arrived
after long journing where he
Began catching this
One truth by surprise
That there is everything to look forward too.
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