I saw a walkway
a walkway
to sunrise
first time
it appeared
I ignored it

If you pass it by once
you might miss the chance
I said to my stubborn
mind as we passed

But my mind would not listen

through the sands by the shore
we kept on
the sands that gather and drift
into mounded bulwarks  
that try to control
and contain
the sorrowful
crash
of life's waves

the sands that fall
in a steady stream
silently
cyphering
siphoning
days

inside
a figure eight
made of glass


continued through surf,
tides high and tides low
undercurrents
pulling us down
losing our step
then righting again
till steadied
upon solid ground

along concrete highways,
back roads and byways
grassways and passways
through brambles crossed
and twisted
hopelessly
tangled

lost
in utter despair

tired after all the rambling and roving
my mind stops

seeks the walkway again

finding it brings no relief
it leads the other way 'round
no longer to sunrise,
no longer to dawn
but to sunset,
evening
then
darkness instead