The Road

 The Road

 

Fades slowly toward an endless withdrawal.

Into the wind, where dusk looms and time slows

To a hush. Brace, brace, in fragments vanishing.

Gateway to nowhere. Run, run! Towards this road.

a head while stumbling upon the ruins of ‌yesterday

Daydream, take a moment to contemplate this path.

Skipping stones off driftwood, adrift, wondering how

You get here? And what does it all mean, every step?

Still a place of concurrence. If only there were an end,

Or this turning point? Save your tears, regrets; there now.                                                                             In the silent ocean.

Down this road is a darkness, all-consuming, best laid

plans.