no, I did not come that way, <br />no, not through all those images you mention <br />or past all those signposts you just detailed; <br />I came through the other perhaps the same <br />and not a way, as one might say, <br />for I just followed the dirt road <br />and let the tracks lead <br />and not in set ways <br />but simply walking, <br />observing, <br />breathing… <br />no, I did not see things the way you describe it <br />nor do I yearn now for those things I saw or that passed; <br />but you, <br />now you must let me pass, <br />and perhaps let me pass out of your mind too <br />for all the words and the language and terms <br />you use <br />that you use to converse and interpret <br />are your own, <br />right down to each nail and screw <br />for those things you have seen I have not <br />and all you do is to see in me what you have <br />while all I did was to breathe and walk and observe; <br />and so I shall pass, if you will, <br />wandering now <br />on dirt tracks that lead nowhere <br />but that keeps one moving on<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderer-on-the-dirt-track/
