Brian’sPoems

The Pathless Path

...for M.C.

As a child
I spoke to the world
and it spoke to me,
in ways I’d forgotten
until recently.

Along my journey
I never met a single tree,
toad, squirrel or swallow,
who mentioned retirement,
or would babble on and on
about rugged individualism.

And when tall mountains
would show me their fossils
and tell stories about living
deep beneath the ancient seas,
they never thought to mention
where they went to school
or their plans for the future.

Now, from afar,
a woman’s voice needles me.
She says that we all think
we’re on the road to somewhere,
when what we’re really on
is the pathless path.