“What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
a new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way; around a blind corner,
across hills you must climb without knowing
what’s on the other side; who would not hanker
to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know
a story’s end, or where a road will go?”
~ Sheenagh Pugh
Dr Bill Wooten 
Can I just point out that “than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin” is all one line and should not have a line break in the middle of it.
Thanks Sneena. You have written a beautiful piece. I will change as suggested. Be well.
Thanks! You know us poets; a typo sends us into hysterics…
It wonderful to meet you. Be well Sheena
Lovely poem, lovely picture. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Pat.