ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
FOLLOWING
the road coming out of my mouth
into a universe made of forgetting
remembrance seeming solid though
no more so than a chunk of ice
which must surely melt
in one of the fires
the road for the lost
running alongside a stream
rock wall opposite
rocks staggering under
each other's weight
moss on them starts of trees
making use of any crack
all to fall forgotten
or be burnt and the ashes blown
the way out is lost
the way back is lost too
the lodgings so few
the castaways so many
look to the starlings gathered
from so far to go so far
they hold together as they turn
one shape of the flock
melts into another
their cries crowd on each other
tenacious following distance
burning inside