Sunday, September 23, 2007

Poezie I

Hikers

It’s always best to walk behind

other hikers on the trail, or follow

tracks into thick forest, where narrow

crooks and blinds distract the eye


so the moment’s stride is all you know

and the woods conceal the coming rise-

that sheer grade, like a sleepless night,

always close to ending. But what if it showed-


if we could picture the paths of our life

scrambling over scree, up the treeless meadows

and the balding ridge, until the body is slowed

by thin air and age, and draws near the divide?


Much better for some to come behind

through the blind, dense forest, with heads bowed.

- Steven Heighton, The Ecstasy of Sceptics


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