SALISBURY PERSPECTIVES POEM 6

To the left or to the right? Both perhaps.

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"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." Henry David Thoreau

Our Direction

The breeze is blowing gently through the heat,

A shimmering wall a block of turbulent air,

It stifles the life around scuttling for cover,

A haze of mellifluent gas bustling around.

Pushing through the heat we find our path,

Towards the secret wood we go heeded only,

By the animals that hide from our view,

The rustle of the leaves their only clue.

Beyond the lake is where we head to find,

A vista just for us that suitably set reveals,

The beauty of nature roundly displays itself,

Revealing to us a truth of our own only to our eyes.

To tell the tale of ours in this wide expanse,

Would be too much our life compact and steady,

How would we explain to the wind we do not,

Blow across the surface or rustle the leaves complicitly?

“If you don't know where you want to go, then it doesn't matter which path you take.” Lewis Carroll