Broke Branches (poem)

 

Dialectic clashing of evolutes-
trees left right and center
political arguments following guide paths
in the dark through the snow and hills
so many branches to poke out eyes
among many lines of travel

The way feels right in the absence of light
a contour of hills
challenging the strength of will
to trudge through the cold
bringing bones to feel old
a difficult course time unravels

Around the shadows the time begins
a new moment where grizzly bear haunting
a rustling of the bush
if wind could arise
teeth rushing forward
when opportunity spins down

The miles to town are deep through the wood
and without a plain trail to go on
circling then where I found my own trail
through unbroken snow
and faith
showing the way to go

The purpose of God, His mind plans unknown
beyond gravity’s light rainbow show
dawn’s hope; teleology flows.