S P A R E M Y W A Y , G O S P A R E W A Y
“And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful-
how the mind clings to the road it knows,
rushing through crossroads, sticking
like lint to the familiar .”
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures
S P A R E W A Y
Addled me, went on vague
Everything foggy, came in way.
I called for keys to open gate,
Spare my way, go spare way.
Standing at crossroads,
My way startled me.
Which path to choose,
My gaze alone left me.
Again my tongue went vague,
Bewildered my mind, sneaked me out.
I stood dumb by side,
And some passed through out.
Which would be the best,
My questions were in vain.
My mind stood empty in front,
Pointing towards the spare way.
Is that what I’d do,
I asked me myself again.
Not a dicky bird retort my brain,
I took the keys ‘nd unlatch spare gate.
Suddenly someone remarked,
I discern my legs, moving right way.
Right way turned right in life,
Spare way still remained un-sliced.
Someone else must be there now,
At the crossroad bewildered and vague.
Those spare keys must be in hands,
He saying; Spare my way, go spare way!
Poetry Pot 