After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls
I only have a glimpse
Of the way ahead
Through difficult terrain
Many sections of the path
Remain obscured
And the final destination
Still lies beyond
The visible horizon
I feel so naked
Exposed
And alone
Like in the dream
Where you’re at school
Or at work
Without any clothes on
And you’re the only one
And you can’t figure out
Just how you got to be there
Without any clothes
That raging inferno
Of events
And despair
Perhaps the cool, calm place
Discovered me
I don’t know
I breathe a sigh
Stop asking why
Stop telling myself lies
Stop being so damn wise
Fir and cedar, conifers
And alder with its lighter leaf
Like steps of cones
All feathery
But my lens
Sees everything
Grand patterns lost
In details keen
The words come
The way lichen
Came to the rock
They come to me
Both words and lichen
So their beauty can be known
I stop and look back
Along the path I’ve travelled
Not to see where I’ve been
Not to linger on what I’ve done
Not to consider the path I’ve followed
I want to see
What fell out of my peripheral vision
What cannot be seen moving forward
Pix to Words 