In a wall-size exhibit, tall ribbons of seaweedįore flippers folded against speckled hide, Its tentacles curling from the cracked rock. Of giant turtles, sharp-nosed sharks and an octopus, They scatter across my wild garden like ashes. Wind shakes the blossoms, loosens pale petals. While I wasn’t watching, asleep to the world.Ī bee zigzags across dandelions, searches delight. The apple tree has burst into bloom-as if overnight, Kept it from spilling into the dark chapel.Ĭatherine’s pancreas blew her body apart. Next to a small statue, the Black Madonna. His hands tucked in his sleeves, he stood guard She grabbed my hand and pulled me past a pilgrim. In her greying hair, Catherine wore a chain of daisies. Whirls of dandelion seeds tickled our legs. There the horses were broad-chested and tall-Īn ancient pedigree bred by the Benedict monks. At a women’s retreat held in a Swiss valley.
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