How I tumble
along
these roads

All gravel beds
and
twisting ankles

How these feet
ache
each step

A blessing
curse
or benediction

These roads
they
shape me

These roads
lead
nowhere

Everywhere
all
at once

Such destinations
I’ve
imagined clear

Only to find
horizons
unimaginable

Knowing each step
brings
me closer

To an infinite
present
tense

There is no destination
but
I’ll get there

Eventually

[From Karen’s prompt: “Eventually”]