THREE DECADES
The first twenty years Were so well charted . . . Mapped by a culture Overflowing with assumptions, Riddled with contradictions, But so compelling It was difficult to stray From the appointed path. Inwardly I pursued a different course, But always in proximity to the chart With roads deeply marked and worn. The next three decades Were far more stormy . . . Full of dead-ends And wrong directions And I discovered my map Was out of date. . . Gone are the landmarks And cherished trails . . . Only crumbling ruins And memories of monuments now vanished Remain as instruments of navigation. |