Pilgrimage – Poem by Tricia Gates Brown

Poetry by Tricia Gates Brown

drawn by liquid chemistry
redolence of home
I made my way to you
like a salmon to natal streams

but did not find you

you, out of reach—a few blocks west
a mile north, fields brimming

July heat and amber as I drove
tear-bleary on that road
so alone

years later when I found you
we looked at each other like pilgrims
stumbling our peregrine way
past fresh graves—resigned

the lone wanderers

yet the throb-thrumming of hearts
drew us—awakened unaware

to desire
unlikely arrivals

we counted our seeds
planted greenhouses, fields fertile
with craving
flesh and blood enfolded—

the consummation of careful steps
at once overtaken to opulence

blushed abundance
tendrils of ardor
patterns of resilience and life
head-spinning
unstoppable


About the Poet

Tricia Gates Brown’s poems and essays have appeared in various publications including: Portland Review, GEEZ Magazine, Rain Magazine, Oregon Humanities and Portland Magazine, among others. She lives in a woodland cottage on the north Oregon Coast where she writes and edits, designs gardens, and dotes on two very lucky cats. She is author of the novel Wren.

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