I took a wrong turn today

Down a new road.

No–not wrong, really—

Just different, and not new,

Really—just new for me.

Clearly others have taken this turn for ages.

It has all of the familiar markings of a road

Well traveled. I suppose I was feeling

A bit adventurous, maybe? Or maybe,

A bit hopeless?  I’m not sure, sometimes

They are one and the same feeling.

Or maybe it was just that

I knew at some point I would need to find

Another school I was told is down this road

Because my daughters will go there

Eventually. I guess it doesn’t matter

How or why I got there.  Anyway,

It was a good turn because it made me

Realize my world really isn’t

So big and complicated

And home is closer than I thought.



Twilight taught her children

how it’s natural to diverge

and to stray from Light–for darkness comes

each day, at Heaven’s urge

And although she seems foreboding,

shifting paths ahead unclear,

It is in this slow defeat of light

She says “Rebirth is near!”


She showed how the bloom would wither,

petals drop and blow away,

if not for the Night–who grants reprieve

and tends to wounds of Day;

and how withered blooms surrender

when their use outlives their form–

but she vowed to us that Day would bring

A stronger Promise born.


Then she bowed her head to Venus

and she slipped away, unseen–

knowing she had served us well

at places in-between.

Wind gently stirs grass

You run, fearing tornadoes–

quick feet flee the stream


*truth is in the eye of the beholder