By another road

It was not the journey
a wise person would have planned
with toddlers in tow, wakened
by the stuttering motion of a car
stuck in traffic,
jammed in their seats while the world
hemmed us in behind and before,
each shining roof the baked tile
shell of a sprawling tortoise lumbering
slowly through the green grass of England.

Far from the silken trade routes
of the motorway, lacing our way through
chocolate-box villages, suddenly we saw,
standing as they had for how many thousand years?
– the weathered obelisks, quarried from Wales,
hauled across the heathen wilderness,
set in a circle to mystify, to mesmerize,
watching our puny progress
with stony amusement and
an almost prophetic stillness.


Image by Erwin Bosman, CC0 (Public Domain Dedication), via Wikimedia Commons

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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