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