Poems
Anonymous Path
Evening darkens until I cannot see
what is in front of me
I do not see the path ahead
so instead I walk the root that is out of sight
my footsteps cannot be heard
my legs cannot be seen moving
my arms cannot wrap around the air
my fingertips cannot touch my hair
my eyes cannot see you over there
and my breath is not felt
but I still manage to find my way back soon
after the darkness left
by Meshach R Brencher