Saturday Poem – What If This Road

I am not one of life’s natural risk-takers – I have my habits and the things I have enjoyed for years and I tend toward that which is familiar.  The last year or so however has been an adventure, I have moved house, changed careers and started all over.  It has been wonderful.  Sometimes the blind corners, the leaps of faith, they are what can take you where you want to go.

What If This Road

What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
a new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way; around a blind corner,
across hills you must climb without knowing
what’s on the other side; who would not hanker
to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know
a story’s end, or where a road will go?

Sheenagh Pugh

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