Putting My Feet In The Dirt September Prompt#8 – Divine Interventions
It is an old road
it is not on a map and I do not think it had a name or a marker
to say it was here, welcome, meander along with me for awhile.
I’m three miles from nowhere.
It is an old road where loyal and faithful dogs rounded a blind curve and disappeared
in a heartbeat
carried away by their cousins, flown away by the crows,
to their new home where they wait under a sun that never sets
with their loyalty to sustain them and their love to offer them
companionship until they hear their names called from warm familiar voices again.
It is an old road that hides the ruins of a car full of bones
the Green Family and their camping gear stowed in the trunk
fast food wrappers turned to mush and sludge and then frozen into a soft gray mass at
the bones of their feet scattered on the floor in their shoes.
The single Wasp that took their lives when it flew into their car
left them a memorial in the tree above the ravine- a nest that glares down at them
the inhabitants waiting for them to wave their arms and shriek at them again- go
ahead the decedents of that Wasp dare the man who was at the wheel
try to smash us into a paste against the glass, go ahead and just try it.
It’s an old road
and I should have been scared to walk it alone
but the stories it can tell and the ghosts that live there
are treasures in my mind
but am I brave enough to travel it?
That adventurous, that reckless?
But the road is bathed in gold and orange leaves
the air is soft and cool
the creek in the ravine is singing
about the treasures waiting to be found.
The soft glow
of the Autumn sun
just before it sets, rests it’s warm hands on my shoulder
voices whisper in my ear
and I walk and I learn and I am there
but that is okay because
I am not really alone.