On the Road--for Baruch
On the road that doesn't lead anywhere in particular
neither attracted nor repelled
I wander looking

The data are so delicious
in the sky
a blazing sun rises rapidly

Trying to remember attention and presence
keep up the feeling of sensing a school nearby
and realize that nothing is here, nothing is there

Warmth of the sun and cold shadows
following afternoon into the morning
I am eternity

My shoulder itching under suspender tension
the sweat irritating my limbs where skin rubs against skin
a good day's work

And the Moon said: I´m the light like a kernel
I long for cold water
the faint taste of seaweed lingering in my teeth

Little boy sits waiting for things to happen
and yet I search for something real
something real at this moment

Climbing a top tower, sliding in the gutter,
what is real is unreal
and the sense, to bring it together

on the road that doesn't lead anywhere in particular