Walking in Silence

Walking in silence

I follow myself

drawn quickly in shadow

on the patched path

feeling my way

across the cameo

of ruts and roots

between dark beech limbs

the nikaus’ spread hands

and filigree ferns


the sky a frizz of blonde cirrus

combed straight by the wind.


My feet carry me

and my thoughts run free.


They stir the leaves of

things that have been

and things to come

and things that will never be


remnants of words

whispered or wailed

or left unsaid







and find not truth

nor sense in it all


but poems of a sort.