Poetry Friday


The Path

When you have followed the map
which is not a map
and created the path with every
you will traverse the in-ferno,
meet the dragons and find them
You will bathe in
the pool of the past and empty it.
you will cross the desert and
fall in love
with life teeming there
and you will emerge where
the luminous world swoons at your
feet, seeking what only you
can give.

Antoinette Voute Roeder (Still Breathing, 2010)