He Walks In Midlife Poem by Naveed Akram

He walks in the light of truth, this is the light of true height,
My misers are few, my adjustments are cool and blue like the sea
Shining in the morning breeze, a horizon answers to the goats.

Their sleep is slumber of highest truth, he walks along the path
Of good, like a man who adjusts to the felonies and vices;
For he damns the insane and keeps strife as a mighty facet.

Then he runs towards his goal in midlife, carrying the white tower
With his feet bound to the mantle of the earth, deeper than gravity,
Deeper than all that pervades, all that signifies a mighty goal.

My waking is my adapting to his milk and honey and juice,
His sleep is treated as a trusted meaning to the night after day,
But my walking is my waking-up, my goal of a goat and human.