By Jeff Nydegger

 

In a timid thought by chance I traced

A faint and fleeting path.

Like a rabbit trail, it seemed too shy

To promise much to any traveler.

And more than once, I lost sight of it

among my gadding thoughts.

But as a nerve would spurn against the body’s foes,

So my senses seemed to meekly guide me there.

And once resigned to hope, I trod that road

Beyond the thoroughfares of strife.