the way home

rengö

 

this road -- the S curves,

the pot-holes, narrow shoulder,

tree roots that buckle

the asphalt, that oak that leans

so menacingly, shrouding

the path with shadows

and slapping branches, stinging

my face -- but I know

this road: its bumps and curves,

I am on it til the end.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ooooooooo I love your metaphor...the perilous road of life...but we get to where we maneuver pretty well through it...we get accustomed to the potholes, and are able to veer enough, just enough that they don't break our axle..and we can keep driving.

[Pryde Foltz]

but I know
this road: its bumps and curves,
I am on it til the end.

It's all in the manoeuvring.