My May THK Walk: Road Poem

II. The Road That's Not a Road

I was sitting underneath a tree, looking at a dirt road stretching out before me, playing its way through two small fields, then entering the woods again a hundred yards away. Unlike the manner a paved road would approach the wood, there was no appearance of intrusion, no apparent dissonance. The wood and the road were made from the same material.

I could picture Basho or Thoreau walking through this scene, but not that runner coming toward me. Trying to preserve the moment in my mind, I looked away, but when I looked again, she was gone.

The road more like a path worn down
by wheels turns unassumingly
into the city of the woods.

~Son Rivers 2007