where shadows lengthen the lawn
and we have parted with grieving.
The pathways through the garden
have been to us a maze of high hedges
manicured to perfection and yet,
too high to see over.
A cul-de-sac appears around every corner
and we have persevered so as to navigate
ourselves into other dead-ends.
A hole in the hedge reveals
a window through which to peer
and there is the house we have been
A river runs under the house
and cools the feet after so long a walk.
Every room is lined with books
where words are threaded into the
quilt of lives lived halfway to the other side.
The trees still speak to us, as always.
But we have asked the gardener to kindly
open more doorways for us.
He told me, they have been there all along.
Photography Thomas Gearty