CAMINO
Trust the way is what she says, and stretches
her wings out to the edges of the sky
before she becomes part of the air, this
sunrise gray and new north wind. How did she
fit between these trees? I’ve never known what
to do about oracles or visions.
The way? Jesus said he was and Auden
wrote about how it leads to unlikeness,
the land that holds it, the land made of it.
Nothing is as it seems, remember.
On certain paths, that becomes clear. Or
perhaps, completely unclear. As I said,
I’ve never known what to do. Trust the way,
whatever that might mean today.