I am in Auburn again, and have been doing my daily walks around the town each day. This has had me thinking about the paths we take (that old metaphor of life as a journey), and how to spice things up in little ways. So for the New Year I thought I would send out a poem on this theme (a long time favourite of mine) and some photos to wish you surprises and unexpected pleasure in the coming year.
What If This Road
What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
a new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way; around a blind corner,
across hills you must climb without knowing
what’s on the other side; who would not hanker
to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know
a story’s end, or where a road will go?
~ Sheenagh Pugh ~