1. Feb. 1998
Almost stopped the words from moving
There beginning the long trip down Narrow’s Road
Felling the way to the Braille highway
Bling in one eye
And can’t see out the other
Gathering the stone to buy a highway ticket
Traveling down the wayward path
Not there that the straight and narrow
But the crooked and wide Narrow’s Road.
So what are you saying, Love?
That this one can’t afford your hand?
That you are going on to the other land?
That this was just a crossroad?
That this was a place to just off-load?
Your self and soul?
Now hit the road it’s all getting too cold
There can be nothing but unbearable loads
Of heart heavies with cold gusts of air
Swishing between and making it all seem like
Crying would be a good idea now.
No one is looking,
Time to make the chest heavy and let the sobs roll
On and on and on
Let the love be the diameter of the sob’s wheel
And roll on and on and on.
And the end of the word is like a joke,
There is no end.
|Alex Nuttall - The Narrow Is Wide, Original Date: 19980201 |
Photo: Moscow 2012 © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS
Alexander Nuttall writes about traveling with a loved one. Not just the fixed path or known route but the road of life. This road which is also called Narrow's Road is thin, unpredictable and full of blame for the weary relationships that it can support. At the same time it is not known because it is wide with possibility. The deduction is that anything can happen but there is a narrow route followed. Eventually there is an end to it all. Alas the end is a conclusion that there is no end to this funny journey.
Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: The Narrow Is Wide, Original Date: 19980201 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2018 – Retro-published 20171222.
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