A Path of Sand

Original Photo by JE
I follow a path of sand
shifting beneath my feet
soft and hot and incomplete.
I can’t see where it leads
beyond thornbushes and scrub
where wild seeds grow
and vagrant shadows play.
This is the only way
that still winds clear,
the only road between
despair and fear,
the only way of hope.
I push forward, moving on -
I can’t stand still,
releasing what I yearn for,
what I might possess,
yet exactly what that is,
I must confess,
I do not understand.
And so I walk on
Opening my hands.

1 comment:

Theresa said...

Love the poem