Path

Sometimes I

can’t see my

own path.

But why not?

There is my car

Plain and back in the sun

I see it

There is my bed

Wating for me to enter

Into darkness

I see it.

But my path is not

Always so visible.

Sometimes it is

As obvious as my

Feelings for another.

Other times, it is

As questionable

As their feelings

For me.

05/25/03