The Mountains Pull

Like fence posts in the heavy snow,

I leave the past behind

 

And walk a line toward morning

and tomorrow

 

Each post a buried symbol

of a choice I failed to make

 

Its wire torn

and hanging in the wind

 

The range that lies ahead

a second chance to right the future

 

The sun now hanging low

against its peaks

 

Mountains pull me onward

each decision a new calling

 

My heart and will in locking steps

—as darkness falls again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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