Eschewed the paths in darkness
To take instead a path in light
My wisdom interceding
Until one day thought I
Perhaps the dark is just unknown
In need of light
And wanting an explorer
Until one day thought I
Perhaps the dark is just unknown
In need of light
And wanting an explorer
The heat
Which makes my skin
Crackle
Like the way the gravel and sand
Grate against the soles
Of my boots
A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand
I love most the roads
Which take sudden turns
When I see too far ahead
You’d be wrong.
It’s about a photographer realising the shot he’ll never have another opportunity to shoot could have been so much better.