Landscape: A Duplex Poem

We rarely know where this trodden trail ends The land’s shape alters around each bend

This landscape changes beyond every bend Winter’s fury moved rivers, shifted stones

Winter’s anger lifted rivers, grooved stones The map on hand arrives folded like metaphor

The map of the land unfolds like metaphor We read it as a story, and little more

We’ll write it as story, and maybe something more Quiet in the woods, eyes forward into dark

In the quiet woods, eyes lean towards the dark Even an explorer knows to expect the unexpected

Every explorer reflects the mirror of the unexpected I suspect we may never know how this trail ends

Inspired by Jericho Brown