Caroline Cranemore's Pilgrimage
Caroline Cranemore wades in murky water,seeking what's not there, but must be,
for what she is searching for she cannot see,
yet she knows it's there. Life has taught her.
Stop! Is it there, tumbling in the rubble?
If only she had an compass or a map
a divining rod or even an magical app,
she could strike this troubling trouble.
Should she retire or simply go fishing
for trout or bass, instead of heaven-on-earth,
what-cannot-be, Utopia, or a new birth?
Stop! the banishment of all this murky wishing:
what if what is left is a smudge of emptiness,
and less and less, and finally, less.
Poetry by William Hughes
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Written on 2025-12-22 at 17:59
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