some roads are shaded by long
outstretched branches,
bare and withered and stripped, exposed -
or emerald, shining, glittering and gold.
some roads are open like the salt-brimmed seas,
brilliant in their expanse, beautiful
in their endlessness.
there are many travelers that
walk these paths - some amble
and drag, and others sprint ahead to
find where next they intersect.
we say hello, cordial,
and many times on our way, walking
with memories of travelers past.
i have been blessed with travelers alike,
that walk the same walk and
bleed the same blood.
no matter i stumble or struggle to go,
there is always a hand there
to rest on my shoulder.