The rocky road passed by trees
laden with Spanish moss; she was like
a shining cord wrapped around a Christmas
tree.
And the road was bordered with rough shoulders,
like women wearing necklaces of
agate stones.
You may find that she will quench your
thirst for the grace of earthy elements,
like the urn of Aquarius pouring forth
pristine waters.
The rocky road hummed with automobile
wheels, vividly reminding me of
the folk-singing of Dave Van Ronk:
(“lGreen, green rocky road...”)
And like a talisman she made me remember my
twenty-third year, when I became
vegetarian and traveled unto an
imaginary star, (discovering the intoxication
of youth).
The rocky road seemed to promise an
infinite expansion in a meek voice of
stone, (as humble as a child offering
a flower unto Jesus).
Like a scripture mouthing words of scattered quartz,
she refracted the rays of the sun
with a promise of adventure and rational
purity, (emblematic of the qualities of
thunder and twilights blending a trail
unto a new day).
