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”]
