A Traveler
Last night
on the way to Ublistan,
I met a traveler on his way to Ashad.
By the time our discussion was
exhausted,
the darkness of the night was
extinguished.
I declared to the hazy morning stars,
“Brother, how fortunate that we
should both hap upon this tavern tonight.
Our paths crossed,
like kite strings twisted and twined
by the wind.”
Come daybreak,
we followed the length of the river
‘till where it diverged to two--
one right to Ublistan.
one left to Ashad.
The traveler pointed left,
Take care, my good friend.
Perhaps we shall meet again by
the ocean!”
And so laughing, he strolled down the left fork.
I rose a hand in farewell,
but his figure had already dissolved into grey shores,
the silence of his departure
unnoticed
by the crashing waves.



