279. October 6th
Walking through this tree enclosed tunnel
Looking down at my feet treading on the pavement,
Cautiously picking my way through the shrubs,
Looking forward to the end.
A circle of light awaits my coming,
I hope for it to come quickly.
For I do not belong in this tunnel,
But outside this one-way street
Yet for some the end holds not
A long awaited paradise.
For those the circle at the end they see
Is blacker than this light-deprived place.