Itinerary
“If it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.”
William Shakespeare
When did my mysterious
itinerary with words
begin: the one I could clear
on stilts, one that could send me
crashing by the moon’s frozen lake
when I dance in the vertigo
of the forked road, like a tide
of shadows watching a pheasant
nest on an icy dolmen?
© Sergio Ortiz, April, 2010
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