Thursday, October 04, 2001

Nestled somewhere between absolution,
is a triumvirate crossroads
where each path rises till it meets that point,
where the land and the sky meet.

It starts somewhere from South Texas,
a dusty road gleaming with fog,
where travellers eye each other
and pass each other so anxious.

When the memories call from the burred fields
and request an audience,
you think about the give, the take
and all the mistakes.

When they ask you questions in
mutters and undertones you reply
with sincerity and as much thought
as a silver cross.

But somewhere in the Hill Country,
nestled betweeen absolution
is a junction in my life
where the land and the sky meet.
posted by HZA | 6:43 AM | email | archive