Wandering

walking down a dusty dirt road

no direction or destination in mind;

simply the joy of aimless wandering

without a plan until my journey

becomes rocky and rough and the road

climbs higher, narrows and finally leads me

to a dead end where I don’t want to be.

***

standing at the edge of a cliff

waiting for winged Pegasus to fly me

back to the safety of innocence in search of

a well-worn path where I first diverged.

no creature came to carry me, cradled in arms,

home to safety because  I can only count

on my determination to get me back there.

***

a careful path I plan and plot to

get to my desired destination.

no more meandering aimlessly for me,

as  I’ve already wandered too much.

life is rushing past, slipping away with

nothing but scars to show for it, but now I’m

finally on the right road to my destiny.

***

This is my contribution to the open links for both Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and d’Verse Poets.