Course

Puçol (València, Spain), September 2023


I ignore what will be,
I do know what was, what is,
I think I can guess what will be…

Relying on an unsteady compass
I try to fix my course
while exhausting the remnants
of an energy long gone.

I seek light, find peace
out of the anguish of being,
out of the calm of my past,
gazing hopeful at the future.

Peace after the darkness,
a pipe-dream of fleeting realities,
the peace of one who lived.

 

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