At the end of this ‘cold road’
Are the four horizons to hold
The oceans and the mystery
The mountains & the history

The distinct drought to host
That, which quenches thirst
To me, …Are three, not four
That …captures the outdoor

To you, …there is no secret
That’s the exile, that’s the let
To others, …”Safe Harbours”
Are breaking news. Not ours

To us, …it is mere nonsense
– Placing us in this immense
The destination-less trip afar
Though I’m still. ‘near yet far’

One road, four directions law
Your departure, & our before
After the arrival, came typify
For: Rival crossroads mystify

© Ricardo Sexton


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