Divergence

What I wouldn’t do to find myself

Standing in the woods

At the point of divergence of two roads

Rather than standing on this hand cart

Smack dab in the middle of a switching yard

In the early afternoon

Having skipped lunch and

Having only used the extra time

To scoot around some more in the yard

Peering down the various tracks

Into the distance                                 

Into the horizon

Not a yellow wood or

Bit of undergrowth

Anywhere in sight

Peering and

Staring and

Looking and

Hypothesizing and

Dreaming

Because

I’m standing out in the sun

Not at the mercy of shadows and wild beats and

Because

After all

It doesn’t make any difference

Way always leads on to way