Sound of Silence
Cara Anam, p. xv
Where do the deer go
when they leave their tracks
behind them and pass out of our sight?
We lose them when, like school children,
they scale the snow bank,
stop at the roadside, and look left,
right, and left again, then walk sedately,
one by one, across the road, and blend
into the dark woods opposite our house.
Too many friends have walked a similar way,
crossed the great divide, and lost themselves
in the unknown that lies there, out of sight.
All too soon, we will be faced by that same
decision, whether or not to cross.
Our paths already tell us where we’ll go,
but the hands of our body clocks don’t yet
point to how, or when.
rogermoorepoet 