It is twilight and I am on my way
Following another whose stride
I cannot match
He disappears

Now I have no path
Nothing remembered
The mountain calls to me
       Go Up

I ask the gods of the way
How shall I go?
       In silence

I ask the gods of the way
Who chose this path?
      Your dream chose it

I stop
The gods within rule from whose dreams?
       The dreams of the fathers in you

I go in search of what
Does not rule from the heights
I want to be down here where I can breathe

       Turn toward home while you still can
       Let the fathers pursue their own deaths


© Virginia Angelo Chen