A Different Place to Stand

Like an oracle

draped in fine cloth,

she spoke.

Always and only

find the small way through.

Always and only

seek the hidden path.

Always and only

stand when standing will count.

In that moment

she walked away.

Remembering the good times,

he shook himself.

He watched her go.

Then, just as she had done,

he walked away himself,

seeking the small way,

seeking the surprises he might find

waiting on the hidden path,

and a different place to stand.