April Poems Week 4

This weeks poem is by Mary Enda Hughes, SSND

The Second Mile

When I was young
 I did not know complexities
 So caught was I
 between the sun and sea.
 My song was fish-clean
 salt stung
 needing no reason.
 But now
 --anguish and the dry leaves
 ending fall--
 I hunt October out
 when the incredible air
 had peaked to perfect gift
 I could not take.
 Before it broke
 I thought I was alive
 And yet had not resolved
 the reason for the heart
 For now
 I sing my ragged tune
 To a God I met somewhere
 Who tells me,
 “Go the second mile - - and dare.”