Sometimes I am drawn

Sometimes I am drawn

There is a moment of coalescence

When reminiscence

Is triggered,

Something magical

Created from the ephemeral.

The smell of wisteria

The overhang of flowers

A shady bower

Creating a memory

That will carry me away

Lost in familiarity

A melody playing on the radio.

Intrigued by

A familiar pattern

On a cushion on the patio

Of a country pub

On a green hill

Overlooking a water mill

Alongside

A slowly running river

A view into history

A place to revere.

The pull of my ancestry

When everything seems to connect

And I recollect

I may have said this before.

When I open a door

To the mystery

Of imagination

I find you waiting

To receive me

There is no hostility

Just the possibility

I have reached journey’s end,

And a gentle acceptance

That finally,

I may have arrived.