POETRY
The Road
I thought the road would rise up to meet me
and the wind would remain at my back
but it became a whip to beat me
It turns out that what I had learned to see
became a light that shone on what I lacked
all my faults rose with the road to meet me
My chains were hidden; I thought I was free
opportunities in my bags were packed
but they all emerged and soundly beat me
Inscrutable as the wide untamed sea
my course kept its secrets, hiding the cracks
in the road I’d hoped would smoothly meet me
Leveled, the path left me flailing blindly
from the ground where I lay, a humbled hack
cowed by the truth I deserved to beat me
At the journey’s start what I thought would be
a triumph easily borne went off track
I thought the road would rise up to meet me
but instead its reality beat me
Back again today with part II of what I shared yesterday, this time a villanelle (full disclosure: I…
