The Labyrinth Poem by Richard Hinz

There is a trillion doors
With choices and more
In all directions
Just when you thought
You where going out
Back at the beginning
Just as far from that
Which we seeked at first
Devoured at the midpoint
Walls of stone
Each court exquisitely built
With death
And a triumphant return
A dying minotaur
Points the way
Symbolic allusions
To the Holy City
Which grants those who walk it
The power to move
Between parallel worlds
In churches and parks
labyrinths all over the world
Pilgrims following the maze
On their knees
while praying
It is a confusing path
Hard to follow without a thread
Patterns of the endlessly running meander
Of the Labyrinth