Stop

To stop is not to give up hope

To stop is to look at all the feet

Rushing past as if sure of where

They want to be going and when

I do not know if the destination is

Elsewhere and not nearer here

The tale of the two sons cannot

Be forgotten ---- the one who went

Out to circle the world learnt

The bitter lesson that the journey

He took was in the wrong direction

There is little to choose if nature

Chooses the paths, if the heart

Tells us where to go in which light

Let my feet find their way home

Back through the jungles of desire.