This Path

February 29, 2008
By Claire Ackerman, Spring, TX

The path through this garden,
To where does it lead?
Will I find life, anew?
Or my hearts final beat?
Can I find what I need
At the stop of the stones
Or will the path through this garden
Find my ancestors bones?

To the left, I smell colors
To the sky I feel limbs
To the right there is fog
concealing life’s hymns

And below me with claps
Leads mystery’s dance
As the stones through this garden
Lead me to chance.


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