Poem by the Dutch writer Eva Gerlach

tale

 

There is the road and there is the

dissolving of the road. There is fear

and the expectation of fear. By means of telling

and listening you see the direction, there is

straight on and there is the wrench of

turn around and back. There is the tale

and there is the telling of roughly that kind of a tale,

there is the road and there is the

walking up the road and somewhere someone sits

who says ‘your tongue or no further.’