“…the journey is always different…”…(”Whither…” my poem)

my restless eye

I do not see the next turn in my road.

I know there will be choosing,

I know that I cannot turn

both left and right

as need there be,

that some roads

will be traveled only once,

that in my living

I may turn back, betimes,

but the journey is always different

in the second passage.

The known past dims,

and my unknown future

will brighten with every dawn,

and I know there is no certain map

of my next steps—

I am content to round the next turn,

and so to look ahead

to spy the turning

that invites my restless eye.

January 12, 2020

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