Not believing, but knowing

for "R" (No. 4 in the cycle Fados de corona)

by T.P. Wilkinson / March 14th, 2021

By early morning’s
scent awoken
Eyes still closed
Bent still in sleep
around the mystery
warm and tender
In arms
with charms as yet
unbroken.

By all in days
that will deceive
Nights asking just
what to believe
Hands holding
steady
on our feet
Love knowing
knowing
no retreat.

• Read Part 3 here

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, March 14th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.