I know a road of dust
and wind,
open at both ends,
encouraging dreamers
and people with maps
who set out
to far places,
never sure when
they’ve arrived.
I look both ways
at the distance
equal to the left
and right
where footsteps mark
a passing
along with a horse
and dog.
Tomorrow I’ll
comeback
and test the dirt,
asking a cloud
which way to go
or a traveler
what’s up ahead.
Roger Singer 