I embarked along the path
I was directed to take.
Assuming it would be short . . . .
Assuming clear weather . . .
Assuming a warm climate . . .
But these were brief and fleeting at best.
The path was mostly unpaved,
Slippery and full of fallen trees.
I stumbled and skinned my knees.
I was cold.
The only sound I heard was my own breathing
And the call of wild beasts of prey!
Oh, when would I . . .
Will I ever?
At some point I turned around a bend
And there it was!
For a time anyway,
Had been reached!
I sighed at the glow of the sun
And felt its rays.
I wonder . . .
Could it have been there all along
Waiting for me to look up?
By Martha L Shaw – © 2013