Writing: Path
It is a perfect path with well-cut hedges
that leads you right along the twisted ways
and tortuous corridors up to the edges
or to the silent center of a maze.
Here sunlight hardly enters, lightfall plays
no part in navigating it. They laid
a groundplan that will leave you in a daze
and haste in going in is soon put paid.
It seemed a game when down its lanes I strayed
and had no qualms about the course I steered...
But getting on I felt good fortune seen but fade:
in turn the self same places reappeared
until I realized, worn and dismayed,
that I won’t find my soul without aid.
(2015)
