As/Is







1.01.2006


Stray Child

I am astounded;
the depth
these steps

spire

down.

Without shoes,
the sea is enormous;
so enormous
it sinks

down.

What vanishes?
Where must it travel?

The sparrow rests
above stone graves-

a stray child
without shoes.

Tonight,the woods
are still, the winds
cease to tremble-

there are no paths
out; hundreds
leading in-to

the stair
of existence
carved in a tunnel

that I must
journey

down.