4-10-18 NaPoWriMo |
Dead End sign where road turns to grass. Just beyond the sign is a walking trail (used to be train tracks) stretching for twenty miles in either direction. Just beyond that is a forest hosting trees two-hundred years old. Dead End-- nowhere to go. The End-- Story Finished. Dead End sign at the foot of our road stands sentinel. Just beyond the sign, before the trail, an empty bench, snow covered at the moment, empty, cold, stark; waits for weary walker to rest upon. Dead End Bench conjures up weary souls waiting at the Dead End of life on a Dead End Bench going nowhere for there is nowhere to go. End of the Road, End of their Story, Finished. Just beyond Dead Endings life persists. Cardinals call-- scarlet wings on snowy branches. Deer roam-- white tails flashing. Daffodils peek--yellow buds nodding. Dead End-- Just a little matter of perspective, of deciding a new direction or choosing to sit on the bench going nowhere. Anywhere Nowhere at all ! |