In the way-worth and the side-spent,
in the way, I break, in the way, I lend,
in the way-sought and the way I went,
In the way of horns and motors, in the way of musings over.
In the nights and the songs, in the weekends and groans,
I remain low on guesses and turns.
I have fingers lost in search and cold-fishings.
In the back way, in the water way,
in the way of more, I have crept too long in the striving.
What more has been decided?
In the before-ways, in the after-ways,
in the breakaways,
I will only say, soon. I said, soon.
© Umansky 2014