Semaphore

Going my own runaway way
blindsided, both ears stoppered 
like that pilgrim fleeing for life
eternal life. Yet the Celestial city
far too far away, far fetched, fabled
only the castle of Doubt, secure
as stone, impregnable. *

But sanctuary is solitary
even dry dust assembles 
to migrate in beams of light

Star maps panned the Autumn skies
and in late adolescent dusk
a silent, sensile S.O.S. 
I saw the sisters Pleiades arise
incandescent, clustered, dot-dot
dashing off their beacon call.
And feeling faith, after all, something 
like an uplift, as a falling leaf 
before it finds the ground
  • allusions from John Bunyan “Pilgrim’s Progress”