She presumed I’d return wise, knowing things…

I didn’t, I:

Journeyed oblivious, discounting all hope
of third eyes, of second sight, of first love.
I travelled bewildered, alone, but together

with distances, I drove a herd of dreams
through the Delta, through the nub of
inaccessible quandaries, discovering

nothing, recognising no-one, free…
Free to discard lands stitched together
by past and present, by voluminous

morning quails, by tight sought back
alleys and their filthy inevitabilities…
In hindsight - a word for the lost -

I have come some way towards
taking it all in, much like praying:
a repetitive restrain, masking the truth…

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/23/2009 09:14PM by larkinabout.

I like this very much, Kris.

In the last line I thought I was going to read the word 'restraint' where you have 'restrain'. After I read it a couple times, I could have restarin there.

Cheers,

Peter

I like this one too, Kris.

Mary

thanks guys.

Yeh I agree Peter, maybe "refrain" was what i was thinking? Although that may be a double negative...