Centered

a poem by Lily Crawford

photo by Stew Woodruff, 1978

Journey down the lonesome road

Toward the setting sun of your world.

See time pass you by

As earth meets darkening sky.

Feel the emptiness now

When you are alone and without thought.

Infinite space surrounds you

And as helpless as you feel,

You think, "This is unreal!"

Dawn finally breaks

And clearly you see

The footprints going

Around in circles.