Always I found myself on parallel paths,
thus it has always been,
upon the same road
walking slowly
I began to walk the same path…;
path upward, path downward,
paths through magnetized waters
and the onslaughts of traps…
paths that sway beside the sun
like a postscript of the moon
and all the paths I have walked
without rancor, without complaint, and always slowly
Like a silent and invisible traveler,
the forsakenness weighs heavy…
Perhaps I will arrive late to the path that awaits me
and it is a way of denying myself
the best of things…
©Noris Roberts
