The journey never really ends, does it?
– Mikeliti, where are you going?
– I don’t know.
– You don’t know?
– I never knew, did I? But off I went, all the same.
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The idler in Riga
Yesterday I nearly wept
To hear the ancient tongue
Cascade around my ears
Sublimely ordinary
Plain as a sandy dune
Carved by endless dark winters
Intense like an eternal
Too short summer
So unbearably sweet
The rythms cradled me
The voices called my soul’s name
In tongues yet older
All slung across helplessly
I wept for all that’s gone
All that’s lost
All that’s rediscovered
Ragged by grieving
But still sound still standing
Still
In the fathomless geography of the heart
Are journeys as yet untaken
Rivers yet unrafted to seas
Unstilled by weathering
In the unscrubbed mirror: Stork III
Stride confidently
While you can
Through groomed and gutted pastures,
The Earth laid out
Like a mortal banquet.
You are not
Just the guest.
In the unscrubbed mirror: Talsi lane
The wide way home
Weaves uncertainly;
The house
At the bend of the cobbled lane
Seems to have turned its back.
All the same
A gate stands open.
In the unscrubbed mirror: Riga boating
Life’s a boat,
No ticket required,
No PFD issued,
Just you, naked, barefoot,
All agog,
Wearing only
The Captain’s braid.
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