The Pathway

Is there a direction to the universe,

  without the polar caps

 

The equator gone as space expands,

  looking forward—looking back

 

Does today become tomorrow,

  as tomorrow self destructs

 

Are the questions left by law unasked,

  when the answers run amuck

 

Can our thoughts be put in limbo,

  can our feelings lead the way

 

To what is known beyond the light,

  illusions cast away

 

And if just this moment matters,

  and the prophets all were right

 

The doorway back to who we are

   —in dreams we’ll dream tonight

 

(Haverford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Leave a comment