A Light Step

there is a razor's edge of Difficult
measure to eyes seeking Over
the horizon's hazy Distance
a curtailed future. its Substance
culminates through racing Drafts
of frantic thoughts Tangled
in labyrinth’l knots Bound
by cold-handed Fate.

appearance alone cannot Herald
one's good anymore than the Horizon's
abstraction becomes tangible. Firm
is the road underneath a Light
step, snaking forth to meet that Sinuous
line of blemished Azure,
and to the wanderer who Trespasses
the snag of fear and Leaps
the entropic pits of despair, the Day
is given. be True.

Notes:Composed in 1997, this poem was experimental with an emphasis on the last word of each line. More significant in the first stanze, reading it disjointed from the last word lends a different texture. Photo by Mark Asthoff.