Just Ahead – a poem by Cynthia Pitman

Just Ahead

I wander through the wide wild world
that beckons me,
not knowing where I am,
not knowing where I go.
This might be the place I seek,
these sloping hills and valley shadows.
Their close embrace could keep me
sheltered from cold, safe from harm.
But I pass them by with scarce a look.
The way must be ahead.

This way lies a verdant field
laden with flowers golden.
The wind rolls gently
over the new spring grass,
caressing its silken green.
Maybe I should settle here,
live in grace, die in peace.
But I have no way of knowing
if this is It, if It is this.

As I travel longer, weary, worn,
the trees before me bow,
humbled by my noble search.
The birds salute me
with songs strong and stately sung.
Then the bowing branches sweep high.
There the ocean awaits,
its jeweled glory shining:
liquid diamonds,
melted silver, opals bright –
they mirror the sunlight.
The sand lies warm and white,
a welcoming place to finally rest
my worn out Self
from my search out-worn.

But I do not stay.
I cannot stop.
It must lie ahead.
I must keep looking.
So I still seek the Promised Land,
always searching, always searching.
It must be waiting just ahead,
unless It’s now behind me.


Cynthia Pitman, a retired English teacher, has been published in Amethyst Review, Third Wednesday One Sentence Poem Contest (finalist), Ariel Chart, Vita Brevis Press, Leaves of Ink, Right Hand Pointing, Ekphrastic Review, Postcard Poems and Prose, Literary Yard, Adelaide Literary Review, Quail Bell, and others. Her poetry collection, The White Room, is forthcoming.

1 Comment

  1. Beautiful! πŸ•Š


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