Who are you walking towards?
Poem 80 of 365 –
I am not meandering
Through these woods that are thick as thieves.
I am not a wanderer
Stopping to watch light filt’ring through leaves.
I am stepping with purpose,
With knowledge of the destination.
It won’t do to make my guest
Wait long; I forego procrastination.
I take quick glances around
The forest I am passing through
And hear the birds twittering
That it won’t be long ‘till I see you.