Senescence

[brynmawr1]

Senecio

Fading into invisibility,
I spend my days meditating
on a shorn winter field:
this is no way to go,  the best way to go 
or simply another window-framed Nowhere,
I’m not sure which but sure
I’ll never know the answer.

Friends passed beyond  
a level distance that has no map.    "with no horizon."
I cross and recross the abandoned road
looking both ways
an obedient child of time.

Senecio



Fading into invisibility,

I spend my days meditating

on a shorn winter field:

this is no way to go,  the best way to go 

or simply another window-framed Nowhere,

I’m not sure which but sure

I’ll never know the answer.



The world has shrunk 

into a level distance that has no map.

Still I follow its abandoned roads

looking both ways

an obedient child of time.















Here at the end 

I’m fading into invisibility,

hardly taking a breath

that’s not filled with decades,

exhaling atoms of regret

that don’t even qualify as a sigh.



I spend my day meditating

on a shorn winter field:

this is no way to go, the best way to go 

or simply another window-framed Nowhere,

I’m not sure which but sure

I’ll never know the answer.



Friends all passed on 

into a level distance that has no map

I cross and recross an abandoned road

looking both ways
an obedient child of time.

I only have the one suggestion.  The map seems out of place to me.  Do the friends lack a map?  maybe "horizon" is too obvious?