Poetry: Emerging

Emerging
Your road is beautiful, parallel to mine
You see the top, and your strong legs burn for the steady climb.
You breeze through aspens, wildflowers and the sweet pine.
Your road is beautiful, but your road’s not mine.
My road’s wide open with an infinite horizon,
There stands a cottonwood, a single rose and a lonely looking shrub.
Cuts through the prairie, subject to temperamental skies,
This road is simple, but this road is mine.
I crossed the bridge one spring, your road enticed me some,
Trudged over rocks, pushed through the brush, straight up toward the sun,
Weary and trembling, sinking into the sublime,
The view was splendid, but that view’s not mine.
Your road goes up, my road goes out,
Your road looks certain, mine’s full of doubt,
The towering peak is where you stand tall,
But I look down and see I haven’t moved at all.
I found myself lost one late Autumn day
My feet ached for ground familiar to navigate my way
And go where it bids, though unsure of what I’d find,
This road’s a mystery, but this road is mine.
You reach the top and see the sky
I need the sky to be my guide
Lead us to heaven, both yours and mine
Can we walk two roads and still be side by side?
Your road is beautiful, parallel to mine
My road is endless with its own design
Both roads converge when we cross the great divide
Your road is beautiful, my road is beautiful
Our roads our beautiful
When they intertwine
© Ann Lowe 2023