we want worlds
where the language spoken
is understood,
and it is one that suits us

looks difficult
present time,
with traces of lime
ladders,
and mountains to climb

dare i explore,
head out, over the pass
back around,
and towards the coast

here i am about to
or at least close to half a century age
and what have i learned?

i feel disconnected –
from what went before
the past is –
just foreign law

maybe there,
that place,
i would have acted differently
moved the hair,
which had fallen down your face

ask me the question
what are the secrets
that i do hide

nearly fifty –
is not my dream come true
holding onto my feelings
painting in shades which are new