Wrong?

(Found here)

Where is that place apart

you summon us to? Noisily

we seek it and have no time

to stay. Stars are distant;

is it more distant still,

out in the dark in the shadow

of thought itself? No wonder

it recedes as we calculate

its proximity in light years.

Maybe we were mistaken

at the beginning or took later

a wrong turning. In curved space

one can travel for ever and not recognise

one’s arrivals. I feel rather

you are at our shoulder, whispering

of the still pool we could sit down

by; of the tree of quietness

that is at hand; cautioning us

to prepare not for the breathless journeys

into confusion, but for the stepping

aside through the invisible

veil that is about us into a state

not place of innocence and delight.

~R. S. Thomas