The Path

We are all

lost 

we are all filled

with the ebb and flow 

of emotions that 

crush us in their fists

and stroke us 

with their knowing hands

when we try to pretend 

that we choose our course 

that we decide 

where we are going

the rigidity of our

determination 

sets about us

like a crust 

of ice 

like a tight scab 

in its island of healing 

over an injury

tomorrow 

is going to fly in

on impossible wings

sensing 

the currents of the future 

it will direct its flight

along paths which are

invisible to us and

we cannot continue 

as we were

just meeting each other 

has changed us 

forever

I have spent too long

listening for 

the tsunami siren

that will warn me

of the terrible things that may come

so I may have time

to run uphill again

I want to create a future 

that is like

the flow of the river

strong enough 

to carve its path

into the earth.