IN THE MEANTIME

by Jnana Hodson

if only, for now, going forth
I encounter nothing more than a fox

beside night highway
five times within two weeks

or a snapping dry branch
a rattle of leaves

knowing times to be wary
or bold

step lightly
even if we lack supple excess

and haven’t fasted for ages, either
yet are not quite away

in the holy discipline
and sojourn, just keep moving

for there’s no return pathway
this side of our horizon

remembering
even Moses came down from his Sinai

somewhere south of Paradise
or the Promise

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