No straight road,
no easy, out of the pod,
solutions – complexity,
it seems, reigns.
I travel circular paths
past ancient structures –
having erected statues
to past wounds – present
walls barely standing.
Unseen forces drive –
societal angst, perhaps –
know only that life
is possibility, and I
sorrowfully lag.
(Written for Twenty Four’s 50 Word Thursday, with help from the daily prompts of Fandango – easy, and Ragtag Community – pod. Image supplied by Deb Whittam of Twenty Four.)
One Woman's Quest 