Two paths (poetry)

Yes.

Two.

Suddenly appear

simultaneously

I mean really what are the chances?

Quite good as it appears in my case

I’ve become so accustomed to my barren landscape

It has been my home

I’ve allowed myself to wander

The dunes of my mind

For perhaps too long

Yes, I found

And drank thirstily

At the oasis within myself

On my journey

And it revived me

And it was good

But once revived

Not one path, but two

Suddenly appeared

Each one offers riches to my soul

But in vastly different ways

Each one connects with parts of me

That I want to be touched.

But, in such very different ways

Or perhaps not

Maybe the two paths can converge

Maybe they will meet

Maybe I can have both?

Is that greedy?

Maybe I can have both

Maybe they actually can converge

I hope

Maybe the richness

That that would bring,

Does truly exist

And my trek

Across the barren sands

Has been about

Taking me there

- Judi Reed, 2012