For my sister, Jane, building a circular labyrinth in the desert.
,
A labyrinth
Is to walk
Sometimes something comes
Sometimes
Something leaves
Sometimes nothing known
Happens.
Still
A labyrinth
Is to walk
To see what comes next.,
There is always a next.
There is always something
To leave behind
There is always something
Which begs,
Which pants like a dog
To be left in the center
Don’t worry
There is divine care
In that center
A labyrinth is to walk
First in
Then out,
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