I wonder, as I always seems to do,
where I am going, wonder if the path
I’m taking takes me where I want to go
or if it wanders in a night-time filled
with broken and discarded wonders. There
I wonder, there beneath the cluttered trash
of yesterday is that a treasure won
and then discarded or a wonderful
discovery if only I would dig
it out, a new-found wonder to be kept?
But if it’s simply trash that glitters, just
a shard of glass from someone’s broken dream
then could it, would it be a wonder still
if only I would take the time to dig
through all the trash that is surrounding it?
I wonder wandering the night-time path.