Björn Donobauer
78 år
Böcker
Curious,third language
A poem written for a multiartist book in the USA
The Open Road
I stop in my tracks stretch the hunched spine weighted with the burdens assembled from too many hours alone on the trail
it is time to shake some off and look ahead facing the wind as it blows down from the unknown ahead.
Can't move ahead unless from time to time I remember whence I started out.
So I look back and re-trace my starting point and wonder, even now why I started the journey.
Was the road the pull to walk or did a goal beyond the bend shuffle my feet in this direction?
As I straighten out from watching only the landing of my next step I see the open skies and raising my tribute to the canopy of light the road is swallowed by the vista traveled through, not really seen.
I have been guilty all along of losing sight of the worthwhile 'now', dreaming only of a 'then'.
I have walked this open road with closed mind and no companionship was ever less conducive to understanding than this uneven match.
The wandering jew in me had trailed the tendrils of the desired goal through the dust and I had never known that travelling is the art of being here in one place after the other as the feet can stride.
I have walked too fast and gotten nowhere I have looked ahead too much and hated it when the road came to a bend
I could not see the marigolds and liverwort attending me because the beauty that is here was blurred by the invisible ahead
What travelling fool will rush through wonders losing sight of moments filled with exquisite pleasure for a goal imagined only?
The one that travels down the open road with a solidly closed mind.
So I stand, windblown and apologize to the road that in seeing it I took it's disappearing up ahead to be the urge to rush along unheeding, blind.
Now I see the road ahead and promise it another mode of walking. Now, before it is too late.
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