Courage

From time and place and season I am lost,

Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn

Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost

Nor label me with epithets of scorn

For usual paths lead to the usual place

The safest way to live and perhaps to die

But wandering through the woods I find new space

and in wild grasses with the fox I lie.

Through distant trees, i see a way to go

as narrow as a slit in pallid stone

This is my destined way, I seem to know

And courage rises even as I moan.

Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find

Another way,a place,another mind