Over there,
the other side of worries,
a way out.
Like a gambler
with a calculating eye
you’ll take your chances.
No thinking through,
no saying twice,
just catching the flow,
and to the opening
you are the right face,
no ticket required.
You’ll be forgiven
for being a stranger
in your own language,
but the borrowed home
slipping your grip
has no voice.
You can feel the day
and accept the gift
of the only road.
A geography of fears
makes up the journey
of where you’ll be.
Then your host will hold you
like a planned future.
You’ll learn how to be you.
Gordon Scapens
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