End Of This Road Poem by Bill Galvin

At a northernmost cape, there are no tethers,
As you look out on to a cold, but inviting sea.
Most roads, they wrap themselves together,
And create a woven, and mapped, tapestry;
You ride them all your life
Without any second thoughts;
Sometimes, roads to nowhere seem quite right,
For seeking to unravel a few of Life’s knots.

This road ends at the water’s edge;
No need to drive more turns and bends.
Some may come here and tempt this ledge;
Some come here to mourn lost lovers and friends.
A heartless sea may say that it’s all over and done;
But companion sky will set out to change that trend,
And convince us that there’s much more road to run,
With a whole lot more lyrical songs to send.
But no matter why or when any one comes here,
This road still has an end.

We’re always racing to be somewhere,
Running against a mindless, ticking clock;
Never still enough to know if we got there;
Never saying that much when we talk.
Up here, at the end of this steep winding road,
We can leave behind all that futility;
We can appreciate the pace that’s slowed;
Release our tension, and regain our stability.

This road brought me a long way from home;
A route that had to be traveled alone.
There was a hard heavy headwind getting here,
Buffeting me, but the goal was always clear…
To reach the end, accept the Creator’s claim,
Grasp the overview, and reset my life’s aim.

Sometimes we travel without a thought;
Sometimes we are able to unravel some knots.
There was a real heavy headwind getting here,
So, now… the trip back will be that much easier.

The trip back from the end of this road
Will now be so much easier.

9-7-2015 (Cape North, Cabot Trail, Nova Scotia)