Considering Poverty and Homelessness
( Homage to Basho )
I cannot go back now,
for what I have not done.
Of what is done,
take — and be kind.
I am building a voice for my grief.
Alone, on foot,
if years from now I have learned anything,
I will wander back.
Dust will rise up
on a dry winter road
where no one has walked before.
___________________
Robert Sund
The Hides of White Horses
Shedding Rain
Brooding Heron Press
1982
