I’m not an echo of my consciousness
or a disruptive bird confused by the burden of pain
or a poet trying to outrun the inevitable
and can’t sit still for one hour.
I’m trying to connect seven cites and seven hills
imagine a tender sky without thunderstorm,
unravel “knots and intents”,
go beyond the “safe and familiar”
beyond the fence of unknowing
but gifts or advice can be dangerous even from the wise.
I have to follow a road with courage and sorrow
a yearning for deeper and deeper astonishment
like other “wanderers of the world”.