Sunday, June 12, 2011


I walk through mind-fields
with a gentle foot here
but never there.

Terrified to see
what has happened
and what may be -
it's the uncertainties.
Each forward step my last
or two steps backwards
and there I am
standing in my past.
These little rusted signs
unheeded shots and warnings
hidden beneath tall grass
waving trepidation
which holds me fast.
I watched them walk
…no fields of view
then dogs would bark
- and I did too.
Deep in a mind-field
for the dogs to come
unsure of what to do.

1 comment:

  1. I love the ambiance of this poem! The images really convey the hestitation the narrator is feeling. Good work!