We know that it's one way,
the direction to go,
but so many yearnings
that tell me
take the turnings and
see where they lead.

Off piste?
at least is different
and yet
not unexpected if
there are no
expectations.

one way to go
many roads to take
decisions and
directions,

my countenance,
at times indecipherable
sometimes
quite miserable
always hopeful
which is helpful.


Through these canyons
and craters
of life's little
theatres
there are the curtain calls
and
each falls into its own
as
all roads it is said
lead to Rome.

The next mile post
is the most
I can hope for,
thankfully
my eyes grow
quite dim
hopefully
it's not a permanent
condition
only
another direction
that makes one
more decision
easier.