A Roaming Poem by Andromeda Carefoot

I recall entering the ravine one misty evening when the world seemed to reveal the face it wore in its infancy, at the very beginning. Everything all around – the walls, the trees, the near reflection on the water’s surface – changed in the most miraculous way, and it began to seem that I myself had created a strange and mysterious world through which one could roam The world around me was beautiful, like gazing through God’s window in melancholy delight.. I then realized that it was a distant music that had affected my mood so deeply. Further up the ravine a flute had been singing for a long time.