I journeyed to the ends of the earth
Looking for answers
Stars my compass
Moon my only company
Road was windy
Narrow
Not clearly defined
I walked over rocks and glass
Through thicket
Across mountains
Eagles above
Waiting for an easy feast
I journeyed to the ends of the earth
And found nothing
Igloo on the desert sand,
Camels in the snow;
Roses in the winter bloom,
Empty rivers flow.
To the horse is born a lamb,
Silence makes a call;
Leaves fall from trees in spring,
Emptiness is full.
The sea is hot, fire cold,
Hail from the sun;
Rivers sealed by summer ice,
Everything is none.
Birds migrate to cooler climes,
Rhythm has no beat;
Autumn is a shade of grey,
Emptiness complete.
North
Wind
Begins
Life's new breath
Foetus in the womb
From nothing to uncertainty
Strong easterly fills the mainsail
Dust blows in our eyes
Howling wind
To youth
From
Babe
Dusk
Brings
Twilight
Wind of change
Fading to the south
Autumn of our knowledge gained
From the westerly wind of age
There is nothing more
Three sixty
Returns
To
Naught
This poem was first published on the fib review
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