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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.]