Thursday, 13 October 2005

We are where we come from

Along the undulating ridge
Towards
The uncounted days beyond the horizon
A day of certainty
Balances with another day of improbability
The old horizon we tread
A new line we see
Counting days
Eventually
All new things become
Old


Written on 13 October 2005.

‘Today’

is
not
‘yet another day’

because
‘today’
might not have come
at all.


Written on 13 October 2005.