With plan in hand to walk - (new work hot off my keyboard - written just now)

near Galar, Navarra, Spain
8 December 2017

With plan in hand to walk 

With plan in hand to walk

several hundred kilometers to the end of the world

I reflect in an infinitely faceted mirror

on what I will lose more than some of the weight of all

my flesh and bone but more like more than the weight

of this built bone and flesh social construct that holds

water well except in a boiling summer—that projects

my image from the inside—an image generated

from all data and all sensation gathered from outside

and fed through the fulling mills perceived by

the Knight of the Rueful Countenance and even

also by his loyal reality-bound squire Sancho Panza

to be large and menacing and evil unknowns terrorizing

even the brave and noble heart of the Sad Knight. 

And the very act of putting foot in front of foot

timed to breaths in and out will be the very act

that tears this construct down and that shows the fulling mills

to be only fulling mills and all becomes quiet in the sound

of wind through the plane trees and through the old stone remnants

of some ancient monastery that meditates on its own
having succumbed to time and to the harsh clime of the meseta. . .