Monday, May 25, 2009

THE RIGHT TRACK

So what did you want
When you started the trip?
When the buds were still tight
And the leaves wouldn’t rip.

Did you want to be soil
With a planting sun’s shine?
Or the fruited red smoothness
Of a fertile time?

All your plans which you made
On those dark, moonlit nights,
Did they have in them teardrops
And loud angry fights?

I’m sure that they didn’t
And I’m sure you’ll agree
That your garden today
Has not one single tree
Which you planted yourself
Many many years back.

Only when will you notice?
You can follow a track.

Yes.
When will you notice
That the track which is there
Can be followed with footsteps
And tender soft care?

And the ferns and the raindrops
Which grow in dark mists
Can be as loving and sweet
As the years that you missed.

So continue the trip
And don’t ever turn back,
For the past is a fool’s path
When you’re on the right track.

7 comments:

Duyvken said...

Oh Eleanor.

So perfect for me tonight.

Thank you dear friend.

Anna of Helylle said...

I can't believe the writer's festival was a year ago!??

Michelle said...

The most perfect poem for tonight. Thank you Eleanor, from the bottom of my heart.

xo

Anonymous said...

This is particularly lovely.
Thanks
Paola

Badger said...

I do believe this is my very favorite one. So far.

Frogdancer said...

What Badger said.

Mary said...

Oh Eleanor.

Just beautiful.