(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
feels better, has slept, has legs to walk
further, has plans to finish the excursion,
dreams during the day, listens to Canadian
tongues, listens to religious tongues, doesn’t judge
and listens, understands there are so many
ways, so many things to misunderstand,
so many new things to share on one
shared journey, walks and feels the walking
less, yields to the ears, the buckets of ears
while soft gray clouds pass overhead, passing
time as always, asking the profound questions
about age, about evolution, about the inevitable
end of consciousness, comes back to ground
and laughs, laughs at jokes and laughs at quirky
people and laughs at absurdities that are grown
through this life time of odd experiences and air.
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