H
e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
b e r g
N
a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
JIM COHN
Each Faded Mile
I move with the spirit
Wherever
it goes––through winter's heat
& cold of summer.
Crazy demons have no power over me.
Ego
is not solid––mostly air, mostly mind.
Rainy seasons bring mud, mud over everything.
I
rise & fall in the eyes of others––
but most are trapped, consumed in themselves.
Floods
walk nine steps & then turn along the canyon wall.
The long years I retreated further into solitude
Brought
only more of solitude's allure
till each faded mile was well known to me
&
worth the pain of not knowing
if
love is returned.
1
May 1999
[Originally
published in NHS 1999, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs99/1999/cohn.html.]