into the tunnel

the field is raucous

with the shouts of your mates when you turn from them

looking for something

something without a name


                    
there's a glimpse of it

a hint here and there

but the afternoon wears on

 

light begins to abandon you

when

there ...

            something shines

the end of a golden thread

you pick it up

 

it leads you forward

out of the field

through brambles

and thick trees

to a tunnel

 

the others stay

playing in the remains

of the afternoon

they wonder about you

worry after you

        will you be safe?

(no)

one calls your name come back

you pause, 

turn your head

the planet stops its turning

waiting

for

    just

        a

 


                moment

 

you plunge ahead to see

where the thread goes it goes

into the dark

 

you don't look back

 

the light is gone

the tunnel is cold

there are noises

but you are brave

you have the thread

 

suddenly a howling

a scritching

a scratching

a clinching

a catching

 

shiver shiver shiver shiver shiver shiver shiver

 

you hold the thread too tight it breaks

the floor gives

you tumble

downdowndown

into mud

 

oh where is the thread

you are stuck

 

you call out

take me back

take me back

take me back

you cry

you

go

quiet

 

so quiet

you can hear

for the first time

the ancient loving song

of the Mystery

play through you

 

 

 

you    heave    forward

hands searching

there no there no there

 

you find the golden thread again

 

 

                               up

                       up

you climb up                         

         and out

                       out

                               out

 

 

gently

you hold the thread

gently

you walk

gently

you breathe

 

there's light

there's more light

 

you emerge

into the morning of the world

 

the golden thread ends

in everything

 

someone waits

by a stream 

a friend

 

you go to them

they wash the mud from you

 

you play

across this new day

 

after time

that feels

like minutes

or years

your friend hands you a gift

 

a small wooden box

inside ...

 

a ball of golden thread

i have to go back?

 

yes     

you know the way now

leave the thread for someone

 

will you be here when I come back

 

no

 

wait here for the next one

welcome them

give them the gift

cross the stream

to the far field

 

i will meet you there    

So far together

I love you not just to the moon

and back but also to the stars --

and not one of the really close ones

like Alpha Centauri A or B but

one of the ones from the galaxy

MACSO647-JD, which is about as far

away as you can get this universe

and still be in the universe --

and back, though if I had to go to

show you I would hate to go alone

because wouldn't it be beautiful

to go so far together, making light?