Sunday, December 13, 2015

Stalled at the Trailhead

by Jim Rapp

Standing at the entrance to a dark, intriguing wood
whose well-worn path grows ever narrower,
yet bearing testimony to previous adventures –
raising questions of intent, motives and outcome –
one's mind suggests it might be one-way only;
            that no one comes out.

Before embarking, it would be good to see signs
of two-way travel; footprints would be nice
if one could decipher direction but it’s seldom
one can tell. Assorted vehicles left at the trailhead
yield no help; they imply only intention – hope;
            the expectation of a return.

How firm are the bicycles’ tires? How warm
to the touch are the autos’ engines? How long
            have they been waiting?

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