A Poem a Day (217): Forked road

This one might be more of a song than a poem... I had to stop myself writing ‘Heading out on the highway’ cos I love that song!

The forked road

Here, where the road forks

I feel the rain uncork

And this wash of green

Waking up this horizon.

It calls me and I’ll follow.

I’ll let the fields turn fallow

While I’m gone for real.

I need a story to feel.

You’ll read it sometime,

When you see me returning

Out there on the road.

And I’ll be smiling.

And I’ll tell you why.

You won’t recognise me

And it won’t trouble you.

And I’ll tell you why.

When I feel the seasons turn,

I’ll pack up and burn,

And trust them to show

The places I should go.

I watch the clouds twisting

And the rain’s still coming,

But I’m not staying for the rain,

Not repeating this refrain.

And I’ll tell you why.

You won’t recognise me

And it won’t trouble you.

And I’ll tell you why.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 21, 2020