Vol 10, Num 22 :: 2011.12.09 — 2011.12.22
On this early morning
when darkness is almost complete
between hands and feet,
I find my way
by feel of the undulating land,
stepping high to avoid tripping over
a hummock of grass
or an emergent stone.
To see, I have to look up
and am overwhelmed
by vastness.
Not knowing exactly where
I am going but absolutely
certain of my position,
I stumble onward,
descending toward what I believe
is level ground. But
I may be mislead
by the billions of beacons
that don’t quite light my way.
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