I took the photo shown above whilst on a recent lunchtime walk. Seeing it again this morning brought this poem to mind…..
Road to Nowhere
We stumble along, believing we hold the map
Believing we guide our path or someone does somewhere
From the darkness to the light and back
The bird flies through the drinking hall and is gone
Leaving memories, echoes and silence
All we are is memories and echoes
All we can do is try to fracture the silence.