Like fence posts in the heavy snow,
  I leave the past behind

And walk a line toward morning
  and tomorrow

Each post a buried symbol
  of a choice I failed to make

Its wire torn
  and hanging in the wind

The range that lies ahead
  a second chance to right the future

The sun now hanging low
  against its peaks

Mountains pull me onward
   each decision a new calling

My heart and will in locking steps
—as darkness falls again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)