About Directions


Some minds are chartered to navigate
In one direction
Others are everywhere all at once
Going in all directions
Having therefore no need of navigation
Or so it would seem

Until a sullen moment of quiet
Makes contemplation take a turn
And one sees that alone
No mountains were ever conquered
Not that conquests are always necessary
But company is a useful thing

On that slippery road of uncleared snow
A prose makes itself under the hat
About longevity and tenacity
As things appear solid in this world
We see the waves coming in and going out
They move ashore and just a bit sideways

Bevagna, 7 February 2012