[Gocamino] a walk

[Kathy Gower]

another poem for your day:

A Walk

Rilke


My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
Going far ahead of the road I have begun.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
It has its inner light, even from a distance—

And changes us, even if we do not reach it,
Into something else, which hardly sensing it, we already are;

A gesture waves us on, answering our own wave…
But what we feel is the wind in our faces.