We had a theory. It meant travelling westward.
At first, simple. We each had resources.
We lost most of them on the Straits of Hormuz;
our boatman betrayed us to pirates.
Perhaps that was the moment to turn back
after we’d bargained our release for gold and incense
leaving only a few coins sewn into an old hat.
But we had come so far
and a theory
can become a story you would wander the world to tell.
We were in trouble, sometimes, misunderstood,
always there for each other – always walking westward,
taken on by an Ethiopian eunuch, even though by then
only one of us was fit to work – slipping away
by night when we sensed we were near.
He was a philosopher and carried his own coffin;
we raided it for myrrh. Took millings
from the edge of one of his ingots,
saved a last joss-stick. We had read our Isaiah.
And we had a theory
that a some place under a setting star
three gifts could be exchanged for peace
passing all understanding. What we ended up giving
were some much-needed hints on run-routes
for a family of refugees.
From the collection Losing Ithaca by Christopher Southgate Nottingham: Shoestring Press, 2023
In the Christian year, the twelve days of Christmas are over. 6 January is the festival commemorating the Epiphany, the manifestation of Christ to the the three Magi, the wise men from the east who came to pay homage to him. Their story is told in the Gospel of Matthew Chapter 2, verses 1-12.
Christopher Southgate is described as “a bio-chemist, a house-husband, a chaplain in university and mental health contexts, and a teacher of theology. He lives with his wife Sandy on the edge of Dartmoor and works at Exeter University”. Elaine and I attended an event at Gloucester Cathedral on the evening of 6 January this year, where he read a selection of his poems, naturally including this one.
The title references T. S. Eliot’s poem on the same theme, Journey of the Magi, but in other ways I find them very different. Southgate’s companions-with-a-theory have a considerably harder time than Eliot’s magisterial Magi. They arrive like refugees and meet with a family about to become refugees. Matthew describes King Herod’s efforts to eliminate any potential rival, as he sees it, to his throne, and the families’ consequent flight to Egypt.
I like the way in which Southgate shows how a somewhat transactional attempt at acquiring a “peace passing understanding” runs up against the realities of the world we live in. I also like the way he doesn’t invalidate the companions’ intent or their journey. They still had a gift to offer, sharing their experience and opening their hearts. Peace was present in that shared space.
Contemplative Inquiry 