10.27.2009

To Friendship



There is an old open road
whose dirt
their feet
never stirred
choosing,
instead,
to blaze the
high and low ways
of this life,
unyielding,
getting lost,
making detours,
on a vast maze
of expectation.

Refusing to ask for directions.
Braking too late.

Totaled,
they had nothing left,
no means of travel,
but their bare dirty feet
slowly walking along
the old open road.






10.19.2009

Courage














She asked Source
for guidance.
Thirsty for the answer,
she drank,
hands trembling
in thanks.