Spying the untouched package, realize this is the last doll.
Watching her take a bath, realize this is the last of childhood.
Counting the days until deadline, realize this is the last draft.
Lifting the carton from the shelf, realize this is the last Mint Chip.
Tasting the grounds in the cup, realize this is the last coffee.
Facing the shrinking summer, realize these are the last lilies.
Remembering everything, realize this is the last regret.
Nearing the horizon, realize this is the last stretch.
The color! The color!
This is the road traveled.
None traveled less, none traveled more.
Everyone travels the same, alone and yet never apart.
Hello, traveler.
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So very spot on…thank you for sharing. Once again your words resonate…
Comment by michelle — August 18, 2009 @ 4:10 am
it's an honor to share this road with you. thank you for lighting my way.
xo
Comment by Wendy — August 18, 2009 @ 12:19 pm
Karen,
Wonderful prose…makes me think. And thank you for the to the WSJ article. Now this is healthcare reformm that I can get behind.
Puna
Comment by Puna — August 18, 2009 @ 3:31 pm
That was awesome. Thank You.
Comment by thewestchesterbuddhist — August 18, 2009 @ 5:29 pm
Beautifully said. So very true. So nice to be waving to you on this road. Hi!!!
Comment by Meg Casey — August 18, 2009 @ 8:52 pm
Haunting and lovely. This speaks to the heart of presence. Thank you.
Cheers!
Alexis
Comment by Alexis — August 19, 2009 @ 10:16 pm
That's beautiful, just like that picture. Thank you.
Comment by katiesmurphy — August 26, 2009 @ 3:18 am