sandalwood poem #17
I circle this table
I do not come back to the place
where I began
though I want to
say that I do
perhaps you are the one
who is constant really
a red warning light
that never changes
I want to go a long way
where I will find myself
not as in a mirror
but as that other man who comes
from the other side of time
who will merge with my spirit
and achieve my body
I will wear him
laughing when I return to you
coming back to the old place
that was not mine
© John Knoepfle 1978, 2004
