Kindness On the Way to Nowhere

Kindness On the Way to Nowhere 


An unexpected kindness 
is a resting place.

Many stop to dwell
in these secluded hovels, 

all the dusty wares 
cobbled there together.

We retreat into absence
for free, stay a story, 

never mapping the borders
of the forest we're in. 

Look through this poem,
notice oaks in a grove.

There’s a shady spot.
You'll recognize it as yours

if you want another 
to find you dozing there;

I won’t know this traveler,
but please shelter them.

Tell them about the gate:
broken when I found it. 

I’ve left to middle the path, 
forget where I'm going.

I was, am, fleeing 
the profiteers of breath;

the dwindling wind
carries my gifted whispers.