Feathering the Path

That’s my insight right there like a stone marking the edge of the path we are on

I wish it could go on and make a boundary but then again maybe no

I prefer to head for the beach, no matter if the horizon is out of view.

Now I see someone else stone is blocking my way

Now I hear a gull streaming by

It’s not here in my head

but there , over there,

where there is meaning and a stone circle

And Now it behoves me to say. This is a good, good day.