How do you know which paths to trust?
Which are solid, which are dust?
Do you know, beneath your feet
which steps are nets or roots or snares?
There comes a point
you do not care.
Your heart’s alive
Your soul will dare.
The trail you tread is lush and wild
uncharted, dark, and undefiled.
Your skin is black and blue and free.
Deep cuts prove your audacity.
How do you know which arms to trust?
Trust a smile, trust a touch.
Trust your blind reach into chance
and pull from fear a delicate dance.
On parlous places strike your tent.
And lifeless life you’ll circumvent.
1.11.2020 – KLG