The Path opens
in front of us
parting like
windblown wheat
that knows we’re coming
and
closes behind us
like a vanishing point
of our lives—
a vapor
trail of trackless
wanderings
that
dissolves
into
thin
air
The Path Opens
The Path opens
in front of us
parting like
windblown wheat
that knows we’re coming
and
closes behind us
like a vanishing point
of our lives—
a vapor
trail of trackless
wanderings
that
dissolves
into
thin
air