and this nomad’s at a crossroads

by jenniferbalboa




Been encountering lots of poems on journeys lately.



Last Saturday morning, I saw this from LRT line 2 –



And just before I head to this coming (and crucial) Saturday, I read this one called “Entrance”, from my new Rilke book, and part of it goes –


“ the evening step out

of your room, where you know everything;

yours is the last house before the far-off…”



I am being spoken to. I will have to weigh real good. I choose between the fairly comfortable/comforting present, or the unknown.

I don’t know. And I do not ask to earn this or that. I only ask for what is good to prevail. I believe it shall.

Right, Mr. Vernon?