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JB Claywell
Poems
Mar 2020
Unfolding A Map of The Universe
Which way are you going?
I’m going this way.
Robert Frost told me to.
But, it really doesn’t matter
one way or the other
what way,
which way,
when way
you want to go.
Mr. Frost and I
have miles to go
before we sleep.
These woods are dark and deep,
so we have to be going soon.
We’re following the paths
The Universe has set before us.
We have business
at the end of the line.
But, while we travel,
we’re gonna get a few kicks in.
We’re gonna do whatever
the hell we feel like doing.
Someone once said that the woods,
the snow,
the roads,
the convergence
that Frost laid out
is a metaphor,
an allegory,
some *******.
I’ve always taken Frost’s words
at face value.
Those two roads
met in the woods,
the choices that we make,
they make all the difference.
They,
we,
create the outcome.
The Universe
simply
unfolds
a map.
*
-JBClaywell
©P&ZPublications 2020
Written by
JB Claywell
45/M/Missouri
(45/M/Missouri)
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