“The Unplowed Road”

The unplowed road

lay before me,

I took it, the

path taken,

I thought  as I slid and stumbled,

that the unplowed road

was rough, filled with ridges

and ruts, icy crust, buried rocks

and stones, it was neither straight

nor clear, predictable or sensible

neglected and ignored,

it went it’s own way, up and down,

each step

different from the last,

filled with surprises and unexpected twists

and turns,

I do not wonder about the path not taken

when I am on the unplowed road,

I look down and follow each step,

try to give my feet some guidance.

oh, I say to the unplowed road,

as the big plow clears the road up ahead,

I know you, you are my life.