Walking the line
balancing the road,
swaying right and left,
seeing to eternity,
centre white destination.
curving asphalt leads the way
distant hills beckon from the horizon
dark blue-green forested expanses
no vehicles in sight
joyful in the path,
walking, walking to the solid beat
of the white centre painted line.
straying not to right or left,
contemplating only the middle road.
Writing by Regina Stemberger