See! my wrinkled feet
still know how to walk six miles
to the temple gate.
How many more miles
until my long journey ends?
How many more tears?
Miles
rainy winter evening—
still seven more miles to go
until I get home
Miles
a path before me—
only the dust and stones know
how many more miles
Walk
first long walk of spring—
seven miles to the oak tree
but only three back
Lifeboat
refugee lifeboat
how many nautical miles
till the blackbird sings
Grasslands
six miles from nowhere
yet I thought I knew my way
through the dry grasslands
Symphonies
fence posts waiting
to be strung with miles of wire—
barbed symphonies