One can never see far
enough into the path of our life
so much longing to know when, when
will it end when can I see more when
will I have enough when will I veer off
when can I stop walking when
and then there is a point in time where
within the snapshot of the moment and in the middle
of the stillness of a breath
before it falls into an exhale you have a chance
to catch a glimpse of the unknown and find
your own outstretched path as long as you must see now how
This post, although late in the challenge, is part of the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme was, path, and you can find more entries HERE.
We were asked, “For this photo challenge, show us what path means to you. Consider the journey you’ve taken this year (or where you hope to go in 2017) and share a snapshot of this personal path, whether figurative or literal.”
Yesterday, as I walked with my husband through the fog-thick views at our local marsh I was struck again and again at the beauty at the edge of the fog that I could see and the beauty of the blankness of the fog itself. It reminded me of the continual search to see into the unknown and gave me a deep moment of pause. Luckily, the path we walked was engulfed in the fog and with no one around I felt thankful for my camera in my pocket and the symbolism in this photograph. I’ll take it with me into the new year for sure.