What
Pace Dare I?I meet a man
he passes me
one solitary hand
I travel sometimes
swiftly
often slow
I'm leaving my
footprints on the land
some ghosts
cross each other's paths
and kiss each other's hands
I'm wondering now
how long it's been
since you leant an ear
I ask the wise man
if he ever enters the forest
after dark
I can still hear him laughing
as the branches break apart
is there some comfort in the midst
of all these questions
I'm wondering about
asking the way as I wander
the people never say
before they must be on their way
'til then and another day
a few isolated sign posts
dot the countryside
I see two strangers under a tree
and frown at them
as they leer at me
they have no time to waste
and anyway what could they hear
I listen to the birds
inside you
and you dance
crazily around my fear
is this the primal scream
and off I go foothold on a dream
dare I mention
what has come over me
before too long
I'm on my way
too soon I remember myself
and stop to bounce through
the mirrors inside and out
there's really nothing much
to laugh about
hang on and look out
there's another tree
and beneath it some shade
I will rest a little and pray
for a way to get out of here
when next I awake
the dreams are long and weary
tied to my back
are some things a bit sick
I cannot find their meaning
and the next thing I know
I am back where I started
all over again
I remember the man
with whom I parted
he held a glass jar
and in it a graven image
of an eye looking into a glass
looking back at me
what thoughts are these
which echo themselves endlessly
and who am I
under this tree
the path makes itself
come to be
and the branches part
in what seems a delicate art
for all those who can see
that clearing over there
and gathered within it
some feather-light souls
dancing in and out
amongst the fallen leaves
I make my way there
losing myself slowly
in the thin air