she was a lover
we’d go hiking in the new hampshire forests.
when we would come to a split in the path she would pause and say
“i, i took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”
so do i.
on this hike, however, i only had one path to choose.
with the tititabawasee river to my right and a park to my left
i walked straight.
narrow is the gate for me today.
i recall the walks
i smell the raspberries
before i spot the sharp branches and tender fruit.
i pick one.
i am blessed by this garden of life.
still ,sometimes, that memory-that taste
that smell and so many many more
walk me up to another intersection on my path.
the intersection of the gift i had
and what i lost
which are all to often
to the same.
i want to lay flat on the cool earth.
be covered by it.
but my heart, my heart is full.
somehow in its
i see a tree near the water’s edge, who is choosing a path of its own..
we all choose, don’t we?
it’s choosing to arc back,
in a forest of straight, it too is choosing the road less traveled.
and so i soften and open
and imitate it
inspired by its boldness
choose joy, gratitude,
and lift my heart to the sun.