cobblestone.jpg    last night I spied

food being cooked in a crude kitchen.

the view displayed 

through  a  cutaway    in the stone wall.

as I wandered the cobblestone

streets of Damascus

the un-even-ness   underfoot

put me off balance  in more ways than  one.

still,  I continued

along  this  foreign street

to places unknown     to  me.

this cracking     an  opening

this surge into unconscious terrain,

new territory

made possible

by the letting go of one   long  term  friend.

@junemoon   2007