NOT THE “SAME ROUTE”
The route I took walking home,
Late that night alone…
I’ve reversed driving
In daylight is not the same road.
Can’t hear the water gurgle,
Or the dogs bark against any “burgle”…
Other sounds are nixed
‘Til my muffler is fixed,
In a varying roar I am encircled!
The pace of my walk is gone,
What takes a few minutes seems wrong…
The effort I made
On that upward grade,
Was hard, but I heard bird song.
I couldn’t see the “goose landing lights”
On the mill-pond dam, at night…
Devoid of mystery,
Just driving through the scene
Is not the same as walking there at night.