from a truly talented dear friend

christiaan tonnis

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

“The Road Not Taken”
- robert frost

where do i go from here?
there is no easy choice
no clear way
the mountains call
the ocean forever beckons
the comfort of home now, caresses
yet my heart cries for more
if i could just stand still
but i can’t
i must take a step
and then another
and another
and yet still, another…
where
where do i go
from here?
where
do
i
go?

step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
where no one notices
the contrast of white on white
and in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
i walk in the air
between the rain
through myself
and back again
where? i don’t know -

- round here
~ counting crows

maybe it’s better
to keep going
to not turn back ever
to just keep putting one foot in front of the other
forever
nothing familiar
nowhere
to feel safe
nowhere
to rest…
to just accept.
to just keep going
and going and going…

keep going

strange
to look back
see where you were
how far you’ve come
further than you thought
like so many walks on the beach
where you just keep putting one foot in front of the other not thinking about how far your going just that your going then suddenly you chance to look back and see you are so much further than you intended to go and the realization that you must retrace your steps to get back to where you came from

~ this is loose and unfinished but needed to be written… random obsession… hrrummf.

to go somewhere
where i can see
all the stars

sometimes…

work is satisfying

red ballon
© 2007 meg cebula

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