Do I dare
Commit?
Do I dare act so past regret,
So inexorably,
Just as Alexander cut the Gordian Knot?
So it was that he sealed his fate,
Was victim to what he wrought.

I content to be a loner,
Content to stay clear of hate;
Of the scrutiny of the close,
The grating gaze of the distant.
Those who clothe their meaning
In other words
In other lives.

So I set out across the desert,
A daily Anabasis.
Like Xenophon,
Approaching the horizon.
Always,
I search out the coast,
The sea.
And there-
Respite.