I AM THE FORK IN THE ROAD
If people crammed chest to back
Two thousand people to the kilometre
I am half a million people from town
Totally alone in the startling silence
Too far for anyone to hear my cooee
Small in horizon spanning immensity
Yet here there is only one road
I can go forward or I can go back
Or I can stay here and find myself
Written in 2009.
I’m still looking.
Filed under: poetry, reflective writings
Your poetry has always been worth reading. Why aren’t you still writing?
I’m too comfortable to write at the moment. I tend to write when troubled. I must teach myself to write for fun.