The River Enterer
My life has been filled with taking the path less trodden.
These choices I’ve made come with costs, to be sure.
I can’t seem to stop leaving the house without a map.
Why is this?, I ask myself.
There are easier ways.
Paths with porta-potties along a manicured and tended forest trail..
But I seem to find it more interesting
To crawl over that boulder (metaphorically speaking)
To see what’s on the other side.
You see- I am bored by what I know.
Which makes the shadows and unknown terrain
Sometimes I wish for a palanquin;
Because I can no longer go
All the places that call me.
I might surprise you
Phoning you up
To take hold
Of a corner of the thing…
Grabbing me by the scruff
Of my neck,
At a whiff
Of a white flower
Beyond my grasp.