Just follow the signposts, on the road to infinity,

one by one they'll rise up to meet you.

In the beginning is Immaturity,

leading you on to Insecurity,

up the hill towards Enlightenment,

where you are trapped behind the

caravan of Disenchantment.

Waiting to overtake you ponder

the Imponderable on this freeway

to Immortality, conveniently

forgetting your bouts of Immorality.

You pull over to the hard…

My pockets stuffed

with memories,

I'm going in search

of yesterday,

past the streets

of recall, and

over the bridge of

long ago,

hoping to find that

child who was never

going to grow up.

When I find him I'll

tell him

how proud I am

of him,

and how he never

gave in

and never let go of

his inner child,

keeping the two of us

together,

then .…

This Thursday morning, bright and warm,

half- past eleven of the clock,

the gardens past their Summer best.

A youngish man of no apparent abode

seeks shelter among the ornamental shrubs.

Not yet mid-day, and his day is done,

he crawls away from the constant path,

to lie hidden and homeless, in the

shadow of that eminent place of

Art and beauty.

He has the sense to hide, to spare our

feelings, we…

There is a place, behind the eyes

where calm and quiet waits,

far from cities and suburbs of noise.

I go there, glad to be away from

visual and verbal pollution,

and increasingly massive hysteria.

A closing of the eyes gains entry

to an inner sanctum, a place of happy

memory, of slow motion movement

and lethargic thought.

A place to rest and restore emotions,

and gently patch over the cracks in

the facade of…