A moment of pattern and novelty
Yesterday I was a man who knew everything;
today I am a man who knows nothing.
Yesterday I sat in the coffee house among friends
today I am in the alien territory I thought I wanted.
I have only vague knowledge from a theoretical map,
a distant perspective on familiar landmarks left well behind,
and the faith that, in the past, I have gone into
other new territory, and come out alive.
Uninhabited territory has no people in it.
The dawn comes up on greyness I do not know.
I know that even if one day I return, there is no going back.
That which was familiar with friends will have shrunk,
that which I cannot communicate will have grown.
Each moment has pattern and novelty;
I have entered newness of my own volition,
but my volition has novelty patterned into it;
there is no option to not go on