THE ROAD by Ariana Strozzi Mazzucchi © 2017
The road goes in
The road goes out
The road goes in
The road goes out.
I follow the road in
Walking through fields of golden grass dried by the heat of the sun
The tender seed heads pointing the way inward on the quietly moving breeze
I follow moving ever closer to the talking trees
Announcing my arrival on their whispering branches.
The road narrows becoming a dirt path of bare earth
Passed and trespassed many times before me
The rich aromas of the pine tips fill my lungs
My heart calms, my breath deepens
I am home.
The road goes in
The road goes out
The road goes in
The road goes out.
I follow the road out
My step quickens as I move onto the once hidden path
As I leave the shelter of the trees, the breeze catches my breath
I lean into it as I walk through the golden meadow
Smelling the salty air on silent trails
The path becomes the road
The blue of the sea mixes with the blue of the sky
Grass, water, sky
Grass, water, sky.
The road ends abruptly at the cliff.
Below the ocean beckons of things afar
The sky is right before me with its past, present and future.
I could turn left towards the familiar
I could turn right towards the certainty of narrow minds
I could step off the road and jump into the unknown waters
Where the waves will take me where I am supposed to go
My watery intuition knows the way
There are no words to say.
The road goes in
The road goes out
The road goes in
The road goes out.
THE ROAD by Ariana Strozzi Mazzucchi © 2017
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Paul DiSegna
August 31, 2017
