MAY MORNING ROAD
I shall set before me this road,
Laid out across the misty cool morning.
I shall set it to wander between
What I know and what the world knows.
The light that pushes through the stretched hopes
Stretches green and upwards
Where the clouds melt and thin
To impossible blue.
I shall tie this road here
And let it wander between it all.
Gods would fight an eternity to be here.
They would gather murmuring like bees
To be fed on this transient translucence.
It moves lightly, this road, with nowhere to go.
It revolves around its own curiosity,
A certain lightness, familiar but untrodden.
It tastes a certain way, delicate between the cuckoos.
It will go a distance
Before it finds
It has not moved at all.
Admittance to the centre of all things.
It shimmers with breath,
This May morning road.
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