Pilgrimage
How to pass through the ordinary
neighborhoods of local life
as one already on the way
that is the question — like the one
who getting onto the highway, bound
hours down the road, passes
with some surprise the usual exits
that otherwise lead to the routine
his heart so many miles ahead
that every mile is consecrated
to the destination. What
makes it a pilgrimage besides
intention? What makes the difference
when a door to eternity falls ajar
to let a loved one through, betraying
this supposed room to be
a hallway? And will we ever hereafter
in the draught feel it any other way?
A resident of Portland, Oregon, Laura Trimble taught literature for six years and now homeschools her three sons. Her poetry and prose has been published by Ekstasis, Plough, the Rabbit Room, Calla Press, and Storyboard, as well as in several anthologies, and appears on Instagram at @trimblepoetry.
Amethyst Review 