Saturday, June 22, 2013

The Invisible Way





How they say it’s just that way
Those ways vaguely half remembered
Without the marking or verge to guide
And follow that sense like the swallows
Asking “what is it” that leads them on
From season to season the calculations
Our minds but watch without matching
"What it is” we too transverse invisibly
Along roads going green without traffic
Upon tracks rusting away without trains.