#781 Only one path 7-7-18

The myth is,
there are
many possible paths.
But truly,
there is only the

one

I could have taken
to be

here,

now.

Yes, of course,
a diverging path,

(I say with a sigh,
thanks, Mr. Frost
for stopping by!)

through thousands of
bends,
twists,
neither to the right
wrong to the nor
(oops! sorry!)
nor to the wrong,
leaving all other possible

destinations,

dangling

in space,

empty road-side-inns,
no guests arriving,
none expected.

Road-signs
posting behind me,
marking my way.

But,
some written
in invisible ink!
Some worn away,
illegible.
Some clearly printed,
but ignored.
Others,
followed,
as will a monk obey
on his way
to his abby
to pray

Like me,

here,

where I kneel beside
my kneeling lover,
embraced in her arms,
caressed by her hands.

Just this

second.

Just this

spot,

from whose
latitude and longitude
on my map

I cannot see a thing beyond.

But,

with gratitude,

I’ll take it,

and,

if I must,

my next step,
where ever
it leads,

even though

I’d rather

freeze

this moment,

and

never, ever,

leave.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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