A Bend In A Snowy Creek
At a bend in a snowy creek,
I stop and ask the question, can we be more?
Up ahead after life’s next bend, after the sign in the road,
beyond my plan to sit by a fire at this trail’s end,
warming my fingers with flames fighting the dampness in the wood,
taking time to sit with the trees catching the sun’s light,
will I answer that question then?
Or will I just sit waiting for the snow to melt,
by a bend in a snowy creek?