Daxue

(for Shanshen)

by T.P. Wilkinson / December 11th, 2022

No hill too high (Photo: Faye Sarras)

 

Distance seen from trees and peaks
Time expressed in years, not weeks
All remembered, smiles and tears
A winter passes, not the last.
Resistance to the spin and sway
Chime nature’s bells the heaven’s song
Climbing endless, night and day
No hill too high, no route too long.

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, December 11th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.