Walk the ponderous path, the cold air seizing your flesh
A barren valley or impending woods are suggested by the fork
Stare at each with wicked eye and clenched fingers
The heavens open, but not to yield an answer, just to lament something you’d forgotten
The fruit is not ripe, it bears nutrition but not flavor, yet it fuels the wont journey
The Sun rises without fanfare, and sets without remorse. If only you could mirror this behavior
But all the world’s a stage, your part semi-secret, your lines improvised, your actions telling…
Fearing fear itself go forth, and laugh.
Cast away your magnifying glass, and trust not your high beams
History lies and speculation disappoints as oft as they don’t
Laugh, dance and free your mind of the if’s & when’s & what will’s & what did’s for a while, and perhaps, my friend, you may find a smile.