Caravan

Caravan

Hear the lament
of Time
as a moment after a moment proceeds
leading the caravan
to an unknown land.
It's Noah with seeds
of life and new forms
to sow in a soil
virgin and new.
I watch from my shore and bless..
This robe I wear is frayed.
The seasons have stopped
Neither a spring nor a fall
neither rains nor a summer.
The caravan moves
with neither a clue nor a lead.
It's a sand-storm
from this end to the other.
Haunted and fretful
the caravan moves
neither a mirage nor an oasis to soothe.