Where does it lead from here?
A question the road directs to my feet.
(Standing, stomping, still.)
In a quandary my toes and heels ponder:
How could it be the road not know
where it ends and where it goes…?
I’ve become dependent on expecting that much!
Still, the road doesn’t have a choice.
It is paved in permanency.
The twists and turns of gravel are merely illusion…
In love with the soul in my feet—
They decide which way to go…
Free to choose.
And with all the power she asks the road:
Carry me, please, on your back!
I’m afraid of direction, you see.
I will pirouette in position,
fall in love,
give-into faith,
that wherever my feet are, I am,
if not anywhere,
—Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2015 All Rights Reserved
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I read this its absolutely beautiful.
Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind words and am glad you like the poem. 🙂