two years it was
of daily driving here
from home to work, at last
from work to home
or swing hungry first
to the grocery to pick
up ideas
for dinner
for one
tonight and
tomorrow
to twenty years
forward and so many
absent, a singular drive
shows this road, it is
the same
as it ever was
the same I drove
twenty years away
and became other-minded
and found myself
puzzled now
I pinch my older arm
to wake, though
not sleeping
who was that shadow shudder
a score younger than I?
and who am I here
sitting in the driver’s seat
of her dream?
Saffron - April 2021
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Napowrimo Prompt Day 2:
In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.