The Fork in the Road
Having long walked the Victim Trail
Knowing all the turns
All the dips
All the uphills
All the hollows
Every grove of armored trees
Every stand of camouflage
Every hand built blocked entry
I begin to sense its inefficiencies
Its mazelike meanderings
Its repetitive cyclical loops
I wonder that this safe slow poking route
May not be the most direct
to fulfillment
and clarity
and happiness
and success
and intimacy
with another
And at this instant of wondering
I see the path has split
The old familiar timeworn trail
And now,
a new one
Mossy, printless
Soft and silent
Anticipating my first
Tenuous, trailblazing steps
This is the Trail of Options
The Trail of Possibility
The Trail of New Beginnings
Of learning new modes of interface
We can still see the old path
as we walk the new path
We can still honor the old path
for the safe harbor it offered
We walk the New still loving the Old
For its steady hug in any unsteady world
© Sharon A. Kane
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