I wish there were cairns for life
just little stacks of stones
little pillars of pebbles
roadsigns of rock
telling me I’m on the right track
it’s unfortunate, however
that two such strong desires
are so very, truly, mutually exclusive.
For if I want to go
where no one has gone before
roads unestablished
paths undefined
trails unblazed
there will be no cairns
and no semblance of assurance
that this is the way to go.
I want that assurance
but I don’t want to want it
someone show me an invisible cairn
something I can feel with my soul instead of see with my eyes something that comes from within
a cairn made of pieces of rightness
that I laid there some time in the future.