The Never Way
to the never way
i ever stray
with morning strands
of tired sunlight
in my hair
yet I’m not there
I’m still here
where silence stands
on shaky hands
my bigger plans
have gone away
i have no say
i have no say
and yet i go
on each day
to the never way
a step
a leap
an endless depth
a hill too steep
evening chill
and darkness soft
covers my path
stars aloft
have their say
they’ve never gone
the never way
I’m not there
I’m still here
and will remain
still the same

May 17, 2008 at 12:40 am
i like the title and concept of ‘never way’
this poem made me think. where would be my never way?
May 17, 2008 at 1:32 am
I read a kind of gentle fatalism in this. It curiously comforts me, and that’s a good thing.
May 18, 2008 at 9:29 am
That’s beautiful, and I suppose we all have a never way…
May 18, 2008 at 3:30 pm
You are never the same. Each day you rediscover the wonderful world in which we share. Never to be separated for long.