spiritual language poetry & writings

notes toward a cosmic folklore – XXII



You toe the line at the edge of your self, wondering just how far

you can go. You line your toes up at the edge of the edge,

wandering up and down it like a …penguin!


Yes, you would have to be stopped. They would have to have a

line to rope you in by—a line to haul in this trove, before you

would step back and return to the winding open road, the one

you’re on all day, the one they’ve now (at last?) caught up to.