Not sure

a poem for early morning clouds

A knowing is a way through

Retreat is offered evenly

Advance not so much so

Doubt bears the surrounding hills

Knowing is the living echo

Facing where the toes point

Not where the mind lives

The sun maintains it shall rise no more

It has given all it had to give

Yet Somehow Shadows remain

The markings of fears false steps

A Knowing is the only way

In the valley where tomorrow is kept