How many ways do we take
along stony paths, crossing ruins
of hopes paved over with routes
full of intention but long forgotten?
How many travelers have joined us,
a few unduly eager to offer guidance,
others quiet but always reachable
as we negotiate roads all too familiar
on feet weary of finding the unknown?
How many times have we wished
to be less gaudy as we stumble
and hope the weight of the world
will leave us just mildly baked
under a sky of gentle hues,
and streets with restrained crowds
as we cross through tears and elation
to reach our destination?
By Rüdiger Rückmann
Written on 22 May 2017