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at the end of the pavement
by Racquel CervantesAt the end of the pavement
a field
where, as a child, I once saw
a deer grazing.
I'd like to lay my body here
when it is time to return to the earth.
But for now, living in this dream
this is where I shall celebrate, my
solitude.
In all ways I am alone,
we all have always been.
Here at the end of the pavement
I surrender to it.
I must make my own way
through the wood and grass.
There will be no hand to hold,
no star to follow.
Just me,
following my own two feet. 02/26/2013 Posted on 02/27/2013
Copyright © 2025 Racquel Cervantes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/28/13 at 05:59 PM Been there and have taken that solitary journey, and looked for its antithesis ever since. I love the crafting of these words, Racquel |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/10/13 at 12:18 PM so beautiful and sad and oh the volumes of truth this ode speaks, perfect and clear. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 06/30/13 at 11:51 PM I find this incredibly beautiful. About the solitude, but lacks the lonliness most of these type of poems contain.True Buddhist insight! |
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