The way ahead is before me
and the road behind is
in front of me too
a small slice of my forward view.
By glancing up I see
the retreating way,
a preview of the path home
The way ahead is familiar
The homeward road is too
but in reverse, retreating
Is that my whole life
but for times a turning off,
a less familiar ramp,
makes me take new bearings?

Did a little work on this watercolor today before going off to the dayjob. Slow but sure.