the quick stop

The quick stop of a long way,

before the end of the day,

for a minute to rest,

to catch the thought...(have I done right?)

to check the compass...(direction correct?)

to sip a hot pleasure

for body of mine;

to listen to hubbub,

to be warmthed by a fire,

and to close eyes for a while...

Trying not to forget

why I am on the road,

remember the aim

of my long way.

 

Just the quick stop

for limbs to rest,

aware of feeling that

this is the best

place to stay.

Recall the dream

I ones seen.

Wrinkle crooked hands...

And it's time...

Now rise and go...

further, but slow

till the next

quick stop...

Done