One Traveler
If I could go back
to where the roads diverged
and take the other,
the one more worn,
the one more traveled,
would my feet ache less?
I dream at night of that yellow wood
and wake, disoriented,
remembering what it was like
to see and know
but not believe.
Beside me,
my golden cat
turns her belly up,
and sleepily we start the day
knowing that way leads on to way.
--Cynthia Sillitoe, July 2013
I just want to say how much I enjoy your writing. It does not matter what area of your life you are describing, you bring me there with you. Oftentimes I have no comment to make, other than to say "Thank you". You have such a talent for helping me to "be there", no matter how different it may be from where I usually am.
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