The Sojourner

Life Poetry

Life Poetry

 

Walking down this dusty road
Shaped by those before me
It crumbles behind face
As I sojourn in this place

Grassy lands begin to brown
From under my bare feet
Egressing over the landscape
I sojourn in this place

My panicked heartbeat holds me still
As I, alone, have somehow killed
The future that I once had traced
As I sojourn in this place

But sunlight warms the crown of my head
And I forget the grass lay dead
And fields ahead had hope effaced
As I sojourn in this place

I sit among the dust and sticks
Hazed by warmth and comforting licks
Of sunrays slicing through shadow lace
As I sojourn in this place

The road collapses inch by inch
A great, hungry Nothing, black abyss
Swallowing all behind my face
As I sojourn in this place

I feel the rumble in my body
My failure imminent, come to haunt me
I lay encased in ecstastic daze
As I sojourn in this place

The crumbling of the preceding road
Slowly saunters up behind me
Un-graveling, un-raveling, growing, approaching
As I sojourn in this place

The edge is near and I fall down
Disappearing, dissolving, I drown out
Past and future lost, effaced
I forever sojourn in this place

 

more by A. M. LAINE

photograph by Erik Johansson

 

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