Friday, December 28, 2007
Going
Going
We are moving ahead
along the cliff's edge
on a narrow trail.
We do not know
who sent us
on this journey,
where it leads.
Below, the waves
are splintering on the rocks,
the sea weaves and unweaves
the moon's pensive face.
The trees murmur directions,
but we cannot hear.
We feel our way forward,
singing as we go.
Dorothy Walters
December 18, 2007
