THE PATH THAT CURVED
I
once walked a mountain path with two friends
and
saw before me the road stretching into infinity as we talked of days past –
things we had shared, places we had gone, memories that made us laugh…
Until
we came upon a turning.
We
couldn’t see what lay beyond and I grew quiet,
Hiding
behind my thoughts as I shrank into my silence.
The
bend for me an end of all that I knew to be familiar,
The
voices of my companions walled out by my fear,
I
didn’t want to take that turn into the unknown.
My
only desire was to walk that straight unending path with two known faces – two minds
in harmony with mine…
I
tried to fathom what mystery lay hidden around that bend
But
nothing met my eye that was not obscured…
And
so I lingered, panic stricken, too awed by the strange, the nameless, the
faceless - the void with many questions…
and
thus I stayed as hour melted into hour and sunset into sunset,
The
gentle assurance of those most loved silenced by the pounding of my heart,
As
the bend, somehow, grew bigger than the road.