At first I longed for a familiar
bend, a well-known shape of space or
thing, some end.† The new way
wandered so, spending warm hours
along the creek.† This road, I said,
has all the time there is, while I,
I may have hours only.† A road
without a markeróthatís lonely.
Time was all the answer that I
heard, for all about me, ripe leaves
from a tree, hours fell.† I walked in
deep time, slowly became one
with it, searched for no landmark,
then, found the whole richness of no
when.† Learned that to know is a
closed place: only to wonder opens into space.