Stumbling
As I weave my way
Through this intricate maze
I keep my eye on the sun,
Aiming west when I can.
With my eyes at the sky
I stumble quite a bit,
Stubbing my toes and
Scraping my knees.,
The surprise around each bend
Is what keeps me going.
I never know what I may find,
But going through the obstacle
Or climbing over the barricade
Drives me forward.
Even though my knees are bleeding
And my legs are tired
I move forward,
Toward the western sun,
With a joyous anticipation
Of the next turn
Of the next bend
Of the next obstruction.
Roy W. Backes
© 2007
Roy W. Backes - Poetry 