The road

 

 Don’t make the road long winded
don’t skip to reach the end
Days are never in a hurry
only the clock is
The farther I walk alone
the more I find myself at peace
Little plants stamped upon by careless jaunts
raise themselves
helped by the sun
and once standing, they go about
their work of adding buds and leaves
No one waits at the end
none for whom I have to wait
the journey begins when I open my eyes
and ends when I sleep

©Reena Prasad 26th May 2013