At The End of The Road - Anita Holzberg

At the end of the road
     there is a mountain
fresh rain
     beating down around my shoulders
a sun shower of images unimagined

At the end of road
  there is another road
    a winding path
where Robert Frost's words
    were written

At the end of the end of that road
   simultaneously I danced
        and danced
   dancing is floating in space
the world never feels the same
   I dance now in my kitchen

At the end of the 2nd road there is a path
     birds can be heard
        sweet sounds across like in a vineyard

I celebrate that new road
     I drink some red wine
        with a friend who has been there
           even though he think he has not

I watch the on coming dusk
   the pumpkins roll
     the stars come out
        each one by one

Life is each day one by one
The stars are there to guide us
The blackness is less black
The patient moon rises
    in a sea of bright stars
each light illuminating the sky

At the end of the road
I take my chances
because every chance I take
make me feel more alive.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg