Long Walk Home Poem by Thomas Plotz

I started too late
Not remembering the course taken,

Mistaking the turns, grades, forks in the road,
Even length and time-frame taken

Open prairie, to covered canape, of dense oaks, and pines
With change in terrain, and uneven ground crossed

I started too late
Suns rays echoing in mist, from late afternoon rain,

Still I push on, dusk upon me
If I turned back or pressed on, companion - darkness

I am not alone, just the absence of light
For the stars are out, and they helped carry me home


Long Walk Home
T. Plotz
03 OCT 2016