by Dorothea Barth ©2009
At noon we reach the labyrinth
Near groves of oaks it stands
Stones bake beneath September sun
Where once the dead joined hands
Where Peggy Sue got married
Where my song will soon be heard
Alone to walk its circled path
To Center undisturbed
Most other folks are gone today
At market or at brunch
But something made us pilgrimage
An insight or a hunch
“Beneath the sun I was conceived
In fair and ancient Crete”
The curving pathway seems to sing
“Beneath the sun we meet”
Looking down, some weeds I find
Amongst the circling rock
With impudence, insistence
Their tufted heads now flock
Approaching sacred Center
I see to my dismay
A straw and juice lid on the path
Gone contemplative play!
Slowly back from Center
Depart from hallowed space
Now the bearer of debris
To its appointed place
The rocks survive amidst the weeds
In nature’s rags they hover
Abandoned, sacred stones implore
Come hither, rediscover!
Breaking news:
Petaluma Labyrinth was published in Labyrinth Pathways, 6th Edition: September 2012
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.