Day 438: To The North

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marriages
come to crossroads
like monarch’s migrate.

they may not want to,
even,
but it’s the way of things.

 

and they’re not tidy crossroads,
either.

some are certainly more treacherous than others
and some hold more than two travelers
on the path.

 

the thing about coming
on crossroads
that is rarely discussed,
is that to get there,
you must have already traveled
a great distance.

 

meaning,

you could be exhausted,
and unable to rest.

you could be thirsty,
with no drink to be found.

you could be hurt,
and no bandage is bound.

but here you find yourself anyway,
ailed and thin,
and obliged
to make lasting decisions.

 

to the East –
a numbness in nothingness,
a partnership without words,
stepping in silence
as every rock on the sole
slices and reminds you of quiet pain.

 

to the West –
your own path.
a single, narrow lane,
and deadly free.

 

to the North –

to the North…

i cannot see it clearly.

but the wind is crisp and cool
and there is a star shining high in the heavens.

 

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