With apology to T.S. Eliot
The end
is but the prelude -
the beginning
in harness
the string
that pulls
all that
which has been before
into a woven thread -
that oneness
which is but the starting point
and embraces
what's in-between:
without the end
where's the beginning?
copyright Nov 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem