For the Which Way Challenge.
Do you see the hundreds of starlings lined up on the wires trying to figure out which way to go?
Posted for Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
This is the road that leads from the main highway into the little beach town where I spend time each year. I’m presently here for three months. And this is one of the first things I see along the way:
It’s the “Jesus, Mary and Joseph” Authentic Mexican Kitchen Restaurant. Heavenly food, I’m sure.
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The way to go may not be perfectly clear, but the way not to go should be!
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In the wide prairies of South Dakota, the only narrow to be found is the narrowing of the road in the distance. It is a bit like perpetually driving into an invisible tunnel.
Traffic in Mexico definitely has a wider definition!
The “Freeways” of Mexico are anything but free. Yes, there are free roads, but they are generally twisty, two-lane and frequently not too safe. In Mexico, what we think of as freeways are actually toll (or cuota – pronounced “quota”) roads. They are not cheap, but they are multi-laned, divided, well-maintained and generally safe, although this trip presented one unique potential danger not often found in the U.S. unless you happen to live in the northwest.
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At the Crossroads
I am drawn
toward a horizon
not as flat as the others.
Palm trees stir
in the ocean’s breath.
A yellow dog
churns down this road,
but I do not follow.
That other road?
Spires of a city
pulse with light
and an imagined music
blows in on the wings of notes
that swim through heat currents in the air.
Not that road, at least not yet,
the music tells me.
What the third road leads to is invisible
behind a denser curtain of air
blistering with possibility.
Like fingers motioning me forward,
flapping like drapes in the sky––
beckoning.
Come here. Here. Here.
Spinning to look behind me,
then in a circle to see where I am,
“Is this place enough?” I wonder.
It is a place known and comfortable.
It has the right chair and a fridge well stocked with food––
familiar objects of my choosing.
Can “here” be a course chosen?
Can we draw new roads through where we are?
Everything is present everywhere, I once said,
and a trusted friend agreed;
but truths of the past are not always complete truths.
We add on to truth like sand castles,
building new towers,
crumbling others in our haste
to make bigger, better.
Truth changes like the sea.
In its entirety, it is the truth;
in each part, part of the truth.
It is a creative endeavor,
this life of each of us––
choosing the parts of truth
to call our own.
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