We who are wounded like second hand shops
hucksters of time, contemplation,
let memory mirror moments of love
merciful hearts and affection.
Night nurse arise, conjure, summon for us
memories strengthen endurance
realms of refuge, shelter, asylum,
roses of counsel, assurance.
Sometimes a handout, sometimes a handshake
smiles and infusion of laughter
trusting to providence all shall be well
deep in the depths there are diamonds
moonlight and starlight banishing fright
reason our lives are not darkness.
From Brendan Connolly's anthology, The Bridle Path,
prepared for publication and edited by Brian Bingham,
Next edition of Automatic Pilot available in print and digital format in July 2020.
Closing date for submissions, 15th June 2020.