poetry

The Road Here is the road: the light comes and goes then returns again. Be gentle with your fellow travelers as they move through the world of stone and stars whirling with you yet every one alone. The road waits. Do not ask questions but when it invites you to dance at daybreak, say yes. [...]

Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places, I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, “hurry, you will be dead before —–” (What? Before you reach the morning? or the end of the poem, is clear? Or [...]