the emptiest field in the world
On a path by the river,
in a lonely valley with trees and birdsong,
having left behind our home,
we come to a gate.
We stand at the gate and pause;
beyond lies the emptiest field in the world;
we know it for the unknown;
our eyes, ungirdled by routine or expectation,
see it clearly – startlingly empty, deeply unknown.
One of us takes courage and opens the gate,
deliberately goes through and strides into the field,
confidently, with awareness,
right into the middle and beyond,
an act of bravery.
One by one in silence we others
loose our hold on the familiar,
pass through the gateway,
take steps into the empty field,
take steps into the empty field.