~ a poem for the traveller
How often do we set the path,
a goal in mind,
to discover something else.
Yes, who knows what’s down the road.
And how often is the way,
far from set in stone,
a future undiscerned, folding out
like the road does, when we turn the bend.
And how often do we stop to pause,
get our breath,
see a scene we did not expect,
like stepping stones, or possibilities.
Yes, when we are given a GPS,
map of the world,
we find there are a thousand stops
between our origin and destiny.
Each a many flowered gift in itself.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
November 2020
Living Tree Poetry 