PILGRIM

To Kathryn

You went to India by choice-or were you called?
You stood in the steps of Kabir and other poets passed
( a poet in this choice/poetry calling you-two paths
first that which once was-the other what is now)
Both call to you as if your meal is only half way through
A feast of meditations compressed in time/you digest
and wish for more/yet you return to your other pilgrimage-
this world of skyscrapers and jet planes,speed and shallowness
This is also a path.Your feet walk in the steps of poets
You become India.You become poetry.People ask you-
why ?and how?You smile over distances and merge into silence
That which has touched you here claims you
That which you touched and returned returns to you
You become two paths.Both true