I could not see from there
but when I turned around to look
I saw them lying
where
my silhouette had
split the light
and tunneled
through the winter’s night.
No one had told
me where to walk.
I had to find the
way
and as I went I
taught myself
to hope that each new
day
would offer other ways to find
and other paths
to search for, blind.
I go now, but
remember this
(and never say I
told):
love is surer
than a map
through dark
woods in the cold
it leads, till
sight has verified
sunshine on the
other side.
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