narrow lanes 4

here is where the future does not reach
nor the past remind us how and when and why
we lose our way like this we lose it every day
even as the way is inescapable and proscribed
before us like a map that tells us nothing but this
that there is no horizon to our days no zenith
where the sun might shine or heaven promise
overhead the signs are pointing us to our lanes
our narrow lanes

© BH, 2023

---

This is the fourth part of 'narrow lanes'. The full poem can be read here.

« Start < Previous | Next > Last »