
Sometimes the path through the land is clear
and we merely have to traverse it
with words and delicate pen reciting
curves, contours, and lies
While other times the wood is dense
thicket, entanglements abound
barring the way to cool waters that flow
there in the snippets of life below
So carefully pace the mosaic
and choose the tiles you’ll land upon
with the greatest of care
You only get
one roll
© Chagall 2014
