Unaccompanied

(poems go here) Sometimes it is necessary to withdraw. When you first set out, you do not know that the mountain with the clearest view can only be ascended in solitude. The hard cold choice of exile self-imposed blinds you, prolongs the journey, ossifies your wild bird heart. Unaccompanied by starlight, you find the road step by step, with tender feet and nakedness of hands. Every encounter with rock and unevenness acquaints you with the path, reminds you to keep moving. The wind is always there and the rain is always there and the cold is always there. You are the intruder. You may have no expectations of this place. To proceed is everything. There is nowhere to head for, nothing to wait for, but the occasional resonance of arrival.