My 20th year to heaven
Highway empty to my step
Air fresh to my breathing
A cloud-float of distant hills
Awaiting my footfall; though
For a moment I will linger
Here on this promontory
Sure that time hangs on my will
And the landscape turns to my heart’s burning.

Hidden cities call,
From the mysterious sancti
Of labyrinthine streets,
Their urgent offerings loud and clear
Above the attendant din -
Testamental satisfactions
And for half the price -
Arrayed as heads upon a platter;
All my living nested in that dell.

And I will enter there,
Though blinded by illusions
Of immortality
Though rough mountains intervene
And changeable weather,
Though I grow old before my time
And toss aside my faith.
For on this bright day, the way
Keens my longing,
And the journey belongs to me
As main street to the street-walker.
Who then has need of Innisfree?
To stride along the  boardwalks of the moon?

No need to learn more than this, if
Wisdom and learning are the betrayer’s kiss.