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

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

refugee lifeboat

how many nautical miles

till the blackbird sings

six miles from nowhere

yet I thought I knew my way

through the dry grasslands

fence posts waiting

to be strung with miles of wire—

barbed symphonies