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The End of the Road

He walks along the possible road,
one deliberate step ahead of the next.
At the end of the road, it may be,
there’ll be sustenance, shelter,
a sensation of sympathetic hands.

How long will it be, a lifetime?
With each deliberate step
his life lengthens.
What, he asks himself, will there be
at the end of the road?

At the end of the road, God knows,
there’ll be sustenance, shelter.
At the end of the road, the road
will begin again.

– –

“The End of the Road” is from Concerned Attentions, which was published in 2013. It is one of a number of poems I have written about reincarnation.

Knute Skinner

KNUTE SKINNER lives in Killaspuglonane, County Clare, his home for the past fifty-five years. His poetry has appeared widely in Ireland, Britain, Australia and North America. He is the author of sixteen books of verse including a collected edition, Fifty Years: Poems 1957-2007, which appeared from Salmon. A memoir, Help Me to a Getaway, was published by Salmon in 2010.

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