It is not a path divergent
Or convergent
In a mystical wood that looms before me
At impossible heights and leaves me dizzy and
Lightheaded at seeing it.
It isn’t a cliff face
For base
Cliff/sky diving
Or that awesome and fearful leap of faith
We’re always talking about.
More like a stop
A road block
A stumbling rock
A castle moat filled with angry sharks
With lasers strapped to their ungainly heads.
In other words
I see a door.
A door currently closed to me
And I can only wonder
If this is the right door.
I can only suppose
What’s on the other side.
“I suppose the grass is greener”
“I suppose the water is clearer.”
“I suppose the air is fresher.”
And behind one of these doors it is.
But which?