I am taking the lesser road,
the narrow one less travelled,
and building from the silence
that falls like snow flakes
on a barren brown field.

I am not as I once was:
given to over to words without
listening and the hollow drum
sound of hearing yourself
speaking without real control.

I wait and wait on the shoreline
watching the sea move with
the winds and I stand on this
ground planted like a tree that
bends and bends but does not move.

 

15/10/2026