How far have I come
into this field
and how much farther
can it go on?
I stand, looking out,
with no memory
of how I got started,
why I said Yes.
The tall grass goes on
all green and gold,
reaching what I won't,
what nobody can.
There are others in
this field. I hear
them at times. But I
haven't seen them yet.
I could have stayed
on the road. I could
have said No. I
could have headed home.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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