Only One

There is only one road. One road, but it all starts in the reverent ocean of alone. A mermaid on the sandy bottom to the legs of a lifeboat racing to float. And wind word thrown onto the shoreline of imaginary yesterdays, all soaked in the foamy bile of awareness, a blistering thirst calling. The pull to the natural milk heart of it all already mapped out.

Ah, and the welcome sign, here you enter, here you leave, mind’s atrocity.

So, I head out down the black – yellow- lit only for you- under the sunshine pavement. Knowing where to go and only this road. Frost to the window of my eye and that least traveled annoyance of choice. Here I am in the predicament of knowing the one and yet none the choice that claims all the difference. Oh, what to do when the roads unite. (1)

Make a new way they say. Some perspective of grey. But there are not any choices, so one must decide. I am only a traveler and I have cut through the brush of every season enough to feel nature’s cry. Deep inside of me and a decision the hands steer under mind’s control or at least this the machine body that I wallow in sells. Pedal underfoot into this season’s drift of snow and I spin with the sun into the canyon of key and stone love.

Imagine the shadows to greet me here. Of course, I already knew the steep angles that wept falls by the summer, now a bridal veil frozen in time passing by as imaginary trains, through the dark tunnels of our ancestors’ cries. On over the bridge once flooded out by the damage of an old, avalanched heart. Guard rails taken out and the water closed above him. Had to face the fear and loss; endure the drowning of meeting him there. No stopping how forgetting is really remembering.

Ah, another welcoming, here you leave, here you enter, a wild fantastical forest of reality.

Then there goes the now hibernating lake of beauty, where solitude left me balancing on the horizon of a Cinderella sky, a bright blue dress hanging below peaked white mountain knees. With virgin view of the clarity I would dream for the day to touch, soon to bring me the burning of ice and the wishing for midnight. Periods of seas dragging me to the salted truth of the deepest trench, where humanness tells me to feel around the darkness. Find the fire in the center. Witness the volcano. And I have.

And now all the diamonds in the snow, the yellow whip of sun on my back, hands out I wish I could inhale this forever. Yet distance a glacier around the bend, a beauty so terrifying it asks me to take it all off. A place I can free myself in the arms of an earth that is me with a trust that cradles my escape. That can drop me to my knees. Freeze my fate. Alas, even in knowing that way leads way, a home here to ever come back.

And oh! The soul of spring just hit me, a promise blossoming. As twilight time does pull the sun to stay as if, or go, and a rearview full of red ember wisdom setting me a home. Yet I should not care to stop, and so the night becomes a revelation here I find; a starry blindness to dawn the actuality of heart, giving another morning to rise.

And rivers of reason will loosen under the cold surface, carving pillars of bone strength. The intense fragrance of spiced sunkissed nature to consume me. I to go missing in the wonder of this fragmented landscape, in the magic of the stillness, of the silence. More mountains and more seas a steadiness I please to no journey’s end; for light bending mirages ahead reflect a truth that is forever neverendingly only for you. So see, the difference is quite the lie.