The Path To the House
The path is narrow
the roots of the trees
jut out of the ground
offering a risk
of stumbling
or falling.
I feel excited
adventurous
where does this path lead?
The sky is bluey purple
the clouds are few
I can see the beautiful sunset
above the roof
of the trees
The roots
in the ground
that once stuck out
are no longer
on the path
behind me
all around me
I feel
exhilarated
almost one
with nature
The key I find there
along my way is black
rusting
I can picture it
opening a metal gate
I hold the key
in my hand
close my eyes
and smile
as I put it in my pocket
The chalice is covered in jewels
perhaps once filled
with the waters of life
the shiny metal glistens
off of the sun
I like this cup
very much
and like the key I found on my path
somewhere in the forest
I take it with me
Along my way
I come across a lake
the calm lake looks inviting
the ripple waters
show me the mirror
of the mountains
and trees
all around me
I take my shoes off
and stick them in
The water is cool
refreshing
I take my shirt off
soak it in the water
put my shirt back on
and go on
my way
The cottage at the end of the path
through the forest
by the lake
is very old
I use the black rusty key
and open the door
I call out
as I walk in the house
I look through the things in the house
leaving everything as it is
and leave
as quietly
as I came in
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006
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