A Poem a Day (243): Paths

 

Paths

Is this your contribution,
Offered up to the skies,
This small thing,
This penchant for dreaming
A life unlived?

These paths sink, unchosen,
The stream keeps churning
And you’ll keep on forgiving,
But it’s burgeoning,
This small bud,
Waiting to shout out
A call to arms.

We watch the cirrus tiptoe in,
Stretching their fingers.
Form and reform,
Cradling the light
After the dawn.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 15 2020