A TURN AWAY

I THINK THAT WHEN I FOLLOW TRACKS
IMPRESSED ICE COLD IN CLAY
BESIDE DECEMBER STREAMS
THAT I'LL NOT LIKELY EVER SEE THE DEER

HE'LL BE
ALWAYS
THAT TURN AWAY
BEYOND THE LARGE STONE THERE
THAT BENDS THE WATER

IT IS THE SEARCH THAT MATTERS

(JULY/1985)