The Path to Nowhere
Published in
Feb 11, 2024
There it stood —
rising above, winding north,
covered by a thick layer of January snow.
The Path to Nowhere
beckoned me in whispered breath
— come, follow
an invitation ripe with possibility.
That it lay buried in snow mattered little
for my trail was likewise frozen
in a deep, white, winter slumber.
Feeling the crunch of snow beneath my boots,
I gaze ahead,
at the path I have chosen
at the familiar border of trees
stretching empty branches towards the clouds.
And it was then, thus, I made the safe decision
standing there that afternoon
— a decision I’ve come to regret.
After all, even the most rugged, unexplored path
holds the promise of
Somewhere.
