Blind Journeys
I've lived all the lives Telluric roads we walk The roads we are The sandy paths The yellow, the orange Journeys Are blind The rocky ride is taking me To where shadows grow As we go It is slow, it is hot, But it is as steady As the earth turning around the sun, And spinning around What tomorrow? A step after the next. Eléonore Biezunski Brooklyn, November 12, 2020
