Friday, January 17, 2014


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
I’m standing out in the sun
Not at the mercy of shadows and wild beats and
After all
It doesn’t make any difference

Way always leads on to way 

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