Frontier

unmarked lands scorched by the gods

forests with no trails, no one before you

to show easy ways, backtracking

this way! no, that way!

again and again backtracking

coming across

skeletons of past lives

that ended so quickly

with wrong turns.

nights falling

on open fires fed by a million stars

sketching tomorrow's paths

through nowhere in a long dream

to some place called home.

And one morning

after hopeless cold you wake up

and you are there!

and you've been there

for a long time.

Free Moving Legs

Out West

Free moving legs

of the soul,

pumping air into the heart

of time,

making space to travel

from narrow roads

of the absurd and madness

to open fields of freedom

with dignity for all

in body and mind

a new beginning

out West.