Sometimes the paths take me closer to you,
other times they lead me away.
I don't know if this pattern will guide me to my goal
or back into the unmappable world.
Of one thing I am certain, though:
Somewhere you too meander circuitous trails,
and I wonder if you ever think of me
as you walk labyrinths in the rain.
2 comments:
Ann, I love this. You've described marriage so utterly perfectly, I teared up.
February 4, 2012 at 1:01 PMThis one belongs in a frame, on my wall.
I think of everyone and everything as I wander the labyrinths, rain or shine. That's what labyrinths are for.
February 5, 2012 at 12:04 PMAt first I read this as a love poem of sorts. (I love the rhythm of it) Then I pulled back and thought more on a broader front. Gives the poem wonderful depth.
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