Forest as sun sets
The way through the forest,
neither strait nor straight,
twists, turns, narrows and widens,
pauses here and there,
which way to go now?
Many are the ways,many are the destinations.
There is no way to say
which destination this way goes to.
Finding my way through the forest,
burdened with whatever I carry,
I may meet a traveler upon the way,
whose way through the forest
is the same as mine, for a while.
Brandon Smith, 2013