Thursday, February 4, 2010

The Long Road

I read my poem in my class today-"The Long Road".

After heavy days on the long road
I arrived at the intended destination
Passing through familiar towns
The doldrums of life’s daily chores.

Did waiting mean being left behind?
To rise early or late
A basis of contention
What were they,
Moving or still,
Shrouded by fog?

I became aware-
How the sun shaped
Shadows of towering mountains,
The sweeping farm lands
Where sheep quietly grazed,
The weight of falling snow.

I experienced unexpected loneliness
During the winding climb before the summit
That overlooked the sea,
The calm I felt when I descended
Towards the infinite coastline
In the fading light.

I had shared wreckage.
I picked up and put together
Pieces of pains and responsibilities,
Short and long musical phrases,
Postcard glimpses of greatness,
Spaces for dreams and regrets.

Should I have digressed?
Strolled in an old village
Like a local philosopher,
Or attended a class in origami?

It was a journey to the interior.
A sorting out, of orchards
Of fruits, of apples and pears,
Our reconcilable differences.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

New Trail

"Do not follow where the path may lead. Go, instead, where there is no path and leave a trail."
Ralph Waldo Emerson