The Walk


The narrow path
drifts off into the wood
and then gets lost. The trees
close in till grassy verges
overgrow the pale
white sand. Nothing remains
but just a track that
rambles on. Some stretches
are quite smooth, quite soft
to go. All sounds are drowned
in a thick bed of moss
but before long
it leads on different soil,
a stumbly path of stone,
a muddy pool or marshy,
soggy, with a pale white shroud
of tempting little flowers
and you find it has
no purpose, not a goal
in mind but turns away
and just escapes from view -
and when at last you think
you'll reach the end
it gives a sudden twist
and rattles you.

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