Wednesday, February 19, 2020
The Stranger––poem by Dorothy
The Stranger
Something has carried me
into a new place,
a country where
I have not been before,
a language
I do not know.
This dervish on the screen
now turning in my heart,
spinning me
into newness.
This music from
an unnamed source,
its drumbeat of
unity and love.
These leaves trembling
on the tree nearby––
now they are me,
now they have invaded
and overthrown
what I thought I was,
boundaries dissolved,
cells all given way,
faded into
this familiar stranger
I have become.
Dorothy Walters
January 19, 2020
Something has carried me
into a new place,
a country where
I have not been before,
a language
I do not know.
This dervish on the screen
now turning in my heart,
spinning me
into newness.
This music from
an unnamed source,
its drumbeat of
unity and love.
These leaves trembling
on the tree nearby––
now they are me,
now they have invaded
and overthrown
what I thought I was,
boundaries dissolved,
cells all given way,
faded into
this familiar stranger
I have become.
Dorothy Walters
January 19, 2020
