FORK IT!

*painting compliments of the the Art Institute in Chicago

If you are there on the trail

Fork it

Most poets have written about it

Frost, Poe, Wadsworth, Stowe, Benson, Sandburg even Yogi

We have all taken forks

If for no other reason than it’s the only choice

When turning back is not an option

Less/Least/Most/Not traveled by

Who cares, but the poet

Just take it

If you are from Vegas then roll the dice

Just don’t stand there motionless confused befuddled conflated.

Go! Just go. Take a step etherwhichaway. Don’t really matter

Think of it this way we’ve all faced forks all our lives

Some forked others not

There is no turning back

Just go

But but you ask, once I take a fork not traveled by

Can I take it again?

Oh don’t be silly, Maby?

I took a fork once and “found who am I are.” Best poem I ever wrote. . . And I wrote it on a bicycle to boot! Try it.

If I came to an up and down fork,

I’d take up.

Unless I needed water

Down is water

Lost?

Down’s your option

Follow the stream down the mountain and call Uber

Unless the driver is an Amazon

In which case

You’re dead end ended dead

The Amazon is that long.

Another choice is to take the least traveled fork

Then come back and take the one you didn’t take yesterday

That is if it’s still there?

Forks are there for a reason. Take em and don’t look back.

tom tenbrunsel

Stick a fork in me

tom tenbrunsel

Appalachian Laureate