do not pity
me, you
silly little path
though you are beautiful
in the cold autumn breeze
I have seen
many things like you
on the way, to
The place I am going
it is near where I grew up, or I like to think so
it holds a lot of people
but they do not let you bring anything or
any
one
in the place I am going
every morning it seems
a walk to long and testing
for me
but every night, I wind up, concluding
that it is the place for me
no matter what happens
on the way
twisting my ankles
and clicking my knees
will probably do me in
but the place I am going
I will crawl my way in
you are not certain
until it is
there, gaping, breathing
and the place that I am going, is a place
you will never be leaving