al camino

Camino poetry

That there are tiny creations
origins from stellar elements in the psyche:
reborn in the minute.

That in the pursuit of ancient bones
this foundation of dreams that is my body
will rest in one eternal sleep:
like grass midway.

I have no doubt.
I have been wrong. The road
is the answer, obscure
and incomprehensible.

To the camino.
Pursuing the weight of the earth
… humility.

 

 

 

 

 

(See you in three weeks...) 

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