One erected
One abandoned
I leave a trail
I follow one
I leave a mark
I seek one
I know my place
Where I am
Where I’ve been
Where I’m going
By the markers
I leave a trail
I follow one
I leave a mark
I seek one
I know my place
Where I am
Where I’ve been
Where I’m going
By the markers
Something
Tantalizingly near
Excruciatingly remote
Intangibly real
Exquisitely beautiful
A mote
In the corner of one eye
Visible only
In the periphery
Invisible looking straight on
All such admirable
Qualities of stone
Though I prefer
Soft
Supple
Flowing
Fluid
And I wonder
At how we build so high
When we worship our gods
Or when we think
We have become them
Water will not run uphill
It will not run fast across a plain
It will not run at all
Where no rain falls
But the comfortable path
Is not always the best path
Or the true path
So I try to remember
Keep exploring
Now I walk with a gentle deference
Listen, when I might have spoken
Forgive, when I might have challenged
Let go, when I might have held on
Clouds and Islands darken
Hinting at the night to come
And the sleep
The long overdue sleep
Darkness welcomes