To Frost: Regarding The Diverging Paths

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….” Robert, You let the split remain unresolved, and while we stand in awe, staring at your crossroads etched in gold and shadow, do you ever wonder what lay beyond the path you did not take? Even though you say, “I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.” Did the road arch upward, an unfamiliar melody on the wind? Or did it tumble into brambles, a half-forgotten warning? Even now I see your boots---- Mud-caked, maple-tinged----- pausing at the edge. Here’s my advice, if you allow it: Don’t linger too long in the pondering. Step once more into the thicket, the gravel, the unknown blaze of paths. And when your pen hesitates, push it further to sketch the forest where both trails end----- or perhaps where they entwine, branches brushing like old friends. Some questions don’t need answers, but oh, how they crave a different kind of wandering. Regarding Robert Frost’s famous poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’.