On the Road of Myself

Do you know whom I saw today?

Myself down an ancient country road,

A twelve year old looking around a curve.

I didn’t know whether to lead or follow,

For I knew the road all too well.

I knew each loose and tripping stone,

Every broken jarring pothole,

Every rut and hill to its destination.

I could show where the mudslides were,

Where the high grass hid the carnivores.

I knew the distances from day to night,

The long lasting stretches of exposure,

The asylum of sheltered sites,

Waterholes of sanctuary

Where gathered each fellow journeyman

On this over-traveled road to desperation.

I met myself when I was young

And decided that I would follow

The boy I was once, not the man he is.          

I promise not to cry out directions

When he takes a different turn

I’ll be silent at each mistake

And embrace the unknown path taken

And look ahead in joyful anticipation.

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