Ooof, this one hurts on this St. Patrick's Day, in such a good way. I too am drawn to such thin places, and have a stash of them saved in my soul. I am carried away to them so often, without warning, without permission, and find it so hard to come back from them once I go. Either in reality, or in the aching glance out the window at some place that is not that place, but costs me wishes that it was.
Ooof, this one hurts on this St. Patrick's Day, in such a good way. I too am drawn to such thin places, and have a stash of them saved in my soul. I am carried away to them so often, without warning, without permission, and find it so hard to come back from them once I go. Either in reality, or in the aching glance out the window at some place that is not that place, but costs me wishes that it was.
Right there with you. :)
. . . but a happy st. patrick's to you on this day! A perfect poem for the day.
What a lovely poem. Thank you.
Absolutely beautiful, David.
Lovely, David. I'm longing for thin places, too.
Beautiful, David. ☘️