the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Laurence W. Thomas - One Poem


I choose between several routes
to take me to the north woods
for a vacation on a river.

One highway is not better
than another, just different,
the cottage in the pines,
the same -- whichever road I take.

Returning home
after a time rafting down the river
or sitting in front of the fireplace
alone or in good company,
I take a different highway,
no less crowded and noisy.
Only the last few miles
remain the same.