Mentor, give me a drink from the quenching
waters of healing that
I may fetch me a proviso to righteousness,
over stepping euphemism.
I didn’t see the sun today nor did I smell the fragrance of spring
Nor felt the warmth of summer or gazed at the chills of winter.
I wonder about autumn with a shade of contrition.
When I had been around the sun twenty-five times I saw the end of
Naziism and the ushering in of the atomic
age. So I went for another
Twenty=five times around and did see the
landing of man on the moon.
…So here we go for another twenty-five times.
Impatience, itinerancy and homelessness
are my travel vehicals I use in
Journeying on the road if subcongition. By
and large the roads are
Short…but many. See you around