Camped at the crossroads
No need to venture on
I’ll wave at all the certaintists
Because they don't stay long
My tent is pitched not knowing
How long I want to stay
Because I looked at all the paths
And I just can’t pick a way
But if someone wants to visit
I’ll have them over for tea
And I’ll learn a little about them
And they’ll learn a little about me
Then maybe they’ll go on down
The path that works for them
And I’ll stay at my camp and wonder
If I will ever leave and when
But as long as I'm camped at the crossroads
I will keep the tea on and wait
For others on the journey
Whether they travel on or stay
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note: Written March 1, 2023
Some poems I want to leave up for interpretation. I don't have much to add to this one here. I did find some additional thoughts that I shared on my Authentic Lent blog post today.
