Lesser Celandine

My ankle was nipped by a nettle, hey daydreamer
it seemed to say, pay more attention, look down
here at the celandine. That’s when I understood.

That it made no difference. The path diverged.
I remembered a lecture: the speaker said Frost’s poem
is the most misunderstood. A little further on,

the paths rejoined, like passengers on a ship walking
different ways but ending up on the same deck
as the people they were trying to get away from.