Pilgrim's Progress

(on turning fifty 3/9/96)
The shy knees say on turning fifty
windows open onto sacred soil
closing patterns past
The dark destiny dread
once deemed admission, lacks Darwinian loss
leaks likes lukewarm like drifter drafted
Old fuses, fixed with shiny premise
shift shape, sometimes seep sleeping
spring sprung into dawn
My fallen rose rising
my no no zone climbing
I sing, pondering coffin's cost

Escape