I longed to know the way
It was a question of delivery
But when
Led by light in darkness
I faltered before the faces that met me in doorways
Like terrified paintings in a gallery
I was chased by needling words
Sometimes violent words
From souls unsure of what I had come to sell
Blank in the glare of meaning
And it was only when my feet quickened with my pulse as I ran that I felt sure
It was some forest or town
Turning and circling
The trees were a screen around me
Punctured by little lights like stars thrown upon the water
And there
In the safety of that shelter
I saw the striations of my abundant world close to lift me
And carry me like a note in the air