I fought through this long journey
with stacks of innocence.
I went through the road with nothing on me
but knowledge of others’ wisdom gleaned
through long years of monotonous rote
learning through reading and hearing
of possibilities happening to journeyers like me.
As I went through the road with
almost nothing on me, the gleaning along
pointed out to me in shock and in
envy, in fear and in worry, that
either I’m on the wrong road, or on the
wrong side of the road, or behind
the road, or on the road that
leads on and on.
As I am going through this road
with very little on me, I know
I have my own with me;
what precious very little I carry I earned,
paid with precious shattered innocence.
(15th July 2002)
Photo on top by Isaac Wendland on Unsplash