Ever since those summer meetings
I have wanted to own a wooded path
that leads to every destination.
This would be a fine way to arrive
after long nights of singing and dancing.
One might stroll along complacently
(still keeping an eye peeled for Death!),
knowing that he will never get lost.
My recently acquired familiarity with the world
has not tempered this old desire.
The idea is part of who I am,
an elemental consideration
I entertain no less hopefully
now that war is our perpetual state.