A Poem: Veils

Somehow the veil lifted today,
though it closed a few minutes from waking.

We are so often followed out of bed
by the griefs we fell to sleep with.

Next time I shall anticipate
a lessening of weight above, around.
As a change in weather pressure,

or a break in the clouds admits sunlight.
And I shall rush underneath,

as though I’m my own hopeful miracle-maker
and like a parachute,

shall take the veil’s edge,
lift it over trees.

Make a little window,
where for a time I might see unimpeded.

Yes, I am sure that ever
we must be our own faithful help-meets.

Someone taps us on the shoulder,
but in response we lift up our heads.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2021

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