The Way

 

the way

widens with well intended 

weeds

flattened by footfall

and memories

beneath the crisp clay

of time's

greying

like the silver streaks

I now share

with my mother's

mother

we call this blaze

wisdom

and we are wiser for it

for we know the way

with its course  curling

round roots

and over rocks

towards a once ineffable

now unavoidable

precipice 

So I pause here

and be

happy

for this moment

is my life

OctPoWriMo 21  Day 1