Itinerary



Abandoned flesh
in the darkness lay
A mother's sight
of hapless prey

Ascent in peace
of no man's haste
liberty of life's
inevitable waste

Then came the haste
fray and fright
Was it the baze -
was it the light -
Was that a face -
is this the place?

Felt sudden thrust
of memory's last
A grasp of past
towards empty vast.