I see the late and the early
people in lighted rooms
where the curtains are not closed

I see men in the twilight
penumbra of the morning
talking on the benches

in the circle of the square
that then starts singing
in the trees that live there

Everything keeps going on
from yesterday to tomorrow
without beginning and end

There is no direction
everything's going by itself
its divine way

Not the way it is,

only the way it happens –


my life is okay.

Wild waves, the shore comes

close, it narrows more and more --


Then, calm, the strait.

My tears cannot wash

away what has happened, and --


everything goes on.

There is evidence

of what I had and did: signs --


of my existence.

Everyone sits still,

yet there are shadows walking --


around on the walls.

Stories that end well...

well, there really aren't any --


There are no endings.

Dozing, I vibrate

along with the world outside --


A leaf in the wind.

The road makes a loop,

men with bikes are peering how --


everything comes back.

The fall draws me
.....as the view drew me
..........along many landscapes
...............and what I experienced
....................and learned along the way
.........................opened up many avenues
to new plans
.....new places, and
..........new people
...............new opportunities with
....................new insights
.........................and new acceptance
I remember everything
.....even more intense than it was
..........brighter than in the full sun
...............purer is my love
....................purer are my choices
.........................purer my desires
in the final fall
..........with less pleasure
....................and less expectation

and what I did not achieve
.....did not get and
..........could not prevent
...............dissolves in the sea
....................of eternity
.........................fall after fall