"Journey to Embarkation" - Bob Ambrose
Midnight rains have stopped for now
and veils of mist envelop trees. Soft
textures of darkness hover beyond
the pale reach of streetlight
that bathes the last bus stop
out of Daejeon.
Late night truths come veiled in signs.
A white dog emerges from shadow,
makes his mark then passes on
and leaves me emptied
on the path of pilgrims now
at peace with night.
Though dawn lies distant, far beyond
my closed horizons bright midmorning
showers light, I must have faith
for here I am, wayfaring
stranger, watching forms
in drifts of fog.
Too soon the rains will return
and the lullaby tap of wipers
will sooth intermittent sleep
through the last
empty hours of night
in a far country,
And my bus will plow steady
to causeway’s end
beyond the mudflats
where sea and sky
merge, gray and indistinct
at Incheon.
My brothers, we are bodies
becoming spirit, forever drifting
mid-transit. We are always
awaiting embarkation.
We have always already
arrived.
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