THE ROAD AHEAD

Indi Varutti

Is it by choice we find ourselves
On the road less travelled?
For I am just as clueless
As the day I came screeching to existence.
The anticipation of an experience:

That mossy smell that hangs in the air
When first autumn rain falls –
That lurch of all organs
When first introductions are made –
That acceleration of excitement
When challenges stand passed –

I have never tired of.
And though I find myself travelling
Towards some unknown,
I cannot say this path,
My path, is in fact, less travelled.
For the only certainty
Is I will end where the flowers grow.