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?