Another mind

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 palelimestone.

I pass in silence as if in deep,deep snow.

My courage rises even as I groan. Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find

Another way,a place,another mind.