THE STILL POINT

walked many miles
each step seeming
harder than the last
in a moment's rest
eratic thoughts turn
steady...
at a still point
in a moving world
sturdy hands
weave colours
of light
through intervals
of gray
a walker may become lost
in narrow passages
tangled in the confusion
its hard
finding one's way
onto clearer paths
moving straight
at a still point
for a moment in time...