17 Aug What Words Diverge in My Soul?
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What Words Diverge in My Soul?
What roads diverge in my soul,
of love and desire.
To travel on a wooded road,
to make camp and read poetry
by a warm fire.
I’ve told people I’m a counselor,
a craftsman of words.
But who is it that really knows me,
when alone, in the wood, with the birds?
Somewhere in my future,
Robert* will return.
And in this weary soul of mine,
his ideas will churn.
As my mornings begin to equal that of his,
I will recognize the undergrowth,
with a knowing,
that… this is the way it is.
And I… will slow down,
on this road —
I’ve traveled on