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When a road
comes unbraided, where do I look
To decide where I need to go:
Into my heart, up to the sky,
To the eyes of an old friend I know?
Or perhaps I'll just
daydream
and trust my feet,
Born to run as they were,
And own every leap, 'til the
asphalt-weeds whisper,
"This road? It belongs
to her..."
ReplyDeleteBefore reading this poem, the image alone drew me in and inspired me to respond. The name “Crossroads” carries so much meaning in many stages of life, especially where I am right now as a graduating senior. The shape of the poem literally forms a cross, however, as I read, I found myself wondering where the next place to read is. I felt as if I was at a crossroads while reading the poem, and I love the effect that you have created there. The image also creates this juxtaposition, with the deer in its natural habitat layered on top of the city building, so I constantly felt as though I was making a decision by viewing the image and reading the poem. I love the use of the word “unbraided” in this poem because it feels so much like moving through the unexpected twists and turns of life. There have been so many times when I felt like I was on a set path and knew exactly where I was going, only for my plans to come undone. The jump across to the next part of the line feels like confusion when trying to find a new direction to turn. I also like how the poem resolves with the idea of journeying until the right path is found because it gives up control in the same way that we do not always have control over the way we are headed, but it seems to focus more on the mentality and flexibility with the change that comes with the crossroads.