SWORD AND BOOK

My chest is tight

as we head into the mountains.

One thing on top of another

the siege, the alley

and no time to breathe

to stop and feel the weight.

We have a bearing now

and must proceed

if we’re to reach the convent by dark.

The woman from the alley

directed us with longing,

held back from joining us

only by the children

hanging from her skirts.