Of those who come to pass

The breeze has
    a gait of estimates,
and it reminds me of what is said
   about strangers,
of conversing with them.
    they roost upon the shoulders
of the settling light,
 to not know them is unsettling
  and to try is a great risk,
        for they ask you
 not where you come from,
    but where you would like to go,
and not for the first time in your life
    with your peer revised morality tattered,
you wonder, if, like the leaf
    you should just go..