I search for the sun in the cave
and the moon on the sand

and only the stray cat
will lead me to heaven.

My path is to follow the stray.
I’ve strayed from the path, I’d say.

I’ve drifted from my vocation,
said the drifter.

I live too much like a fat cat
too comfortable to wander.

Come, wanderer: hand over this over-fullness
to the empty space

that still calls you
to live with silence, and not by name.