Highways
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.
