The Way

The well-bricked path leads steeply down
to the bottom of the town
to mysteries that can’t be seen,
with many pleasures in-between.

Neatly stuccoed walls with doors
recessed but opening onto floors
perhaps mosaic or well-worn wood
you’d stoop to caress if you could.

Plants in front of every  dwelling
exude the green that you’ve been smelling
to balance all the brick and stone
as you walk down this road alone.

Path leads to steps to path to road
and far below, the mother lode
of other souls, milling there
beneath that final lonely stair.

Your trip down of double worth.
First lone reflection, then the mirth
of company that you knew not
all along, was what you really sought.

for The Unicorn Challenge  we are to write a short piece no longer than 250 words based on the above photograph.