Jan 14, 2008 03:28
my eyes are no stranger
to this path
i've seen its quartz
and its cracks
somewhere before
I recognize this
contortionist tree
with its knobs,
its mangled limbs
beckoning me
my ears strain in attempt
to hear the stream
gurgling, bubbling
no beginning,
endless in seam
two decades or more
been wandering along
only to find
i've not a clue
what the journey was for