Trail’s End

Hiking through woods,
Golden autumn day.
Shadows cool, 
Sun longing for summer
Now past.

Trail ends,
Not what I expected, not
Where I expected.
Where did I miss a turn?
Me longing for summer
Now past.

I am drawn forward,
Toward what, I do not know.
The end, maybe?
One more step, another.
Round the bend and I find
You waiting here.
Just waiting. No impatience,
A slight smile.
I got here just in time.

How you knew I would
Come to this place and
Need a way out, I do not know. But
You are here, 
Making a new way.
Not the end, after all.

Not what I wanted or planned, but
Not something to change, either,
To find you finding me
At trail’s end,
Waiting to make all things new.

And so my journey goes on.


David K. Carpenter
April 25, 2021

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