THE BEND IN THE HIGHWAY

On this morning, she gazes into the mirror

And sees a stranger...

Within everything that came before,

This image should speak of danger.

The idea of walking within this new picture

Speaks of alarm

But she embraces the view with no hint

Of any disarm.

In the light of this new sunrise, with time

Chasing her to passage

She decides to not carry around what

Could be considered baggage.

And after so long a time, there surfaced

Something new... something sweet,

So although the exterior is a perspective that

Could spell defeat…

She sees the fresh watercolors in her painting

And feels the wind so strong

She moves forward and turns a corner

And puts on new shoes and hurries along.

© Marjorie J. levine 2020