What is Moroccan couscous? you asks.
Inquiry enlarges consciousness
you don’t want to be a casualty of stillness
a heavy stone at the bottom of the hill
a moment passes and forgotten
but questions remain,
ascent by foot or mind
from empty nest to completed garden
travelling along Highway One
or walking The way of Santiago de Compostela.
You are afraid the fruits will darken
if they remain hanging on the vine
question rather than fear
attends to your restlessness
“forever in the midst of beginnings and arrivals”.