The Pathway

Is there a direction to the universe,
  without the polar caps

The equator gone as space expands,
  looking forward—looking back

Does today become tomorrow,
  as tomorrow self destructs

Are the questions left by law unasked,
  when the answers run amuck

Can our thoughts be put in limbo,
  can our feelings lead the way

To what is known beyond the light,
  illusions cast away

And if just this moment matters,
  and the prophets all were right

The doorway back to who we are
   —in dreams we’ll dream tonight

(Haverford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)