My Counterfeit Reality

I approached a familiar corner;
demanding a sharp right turn;
seemed an odd place to mourn her;
and, for the past, to yearn.

Twas a sharp turn to negotiate;
and my past came peering through.
My present seemed to mutate;
and my past became my view.

A heavy snow obstructed vision;
impossible, to make out the road;
I had to guess and make a decision;
as I muddled through the deep snow.

I held my breath as I climbed a hill;
but the wheels started to slide;
I had little stomach for this thrill;
I sought a more normal ride.

I couldn’t make it to the crest;
so I slowly slid back down;
again and again; I did my best;
and I ultimately reached the crown.

But the snow was deep; the night, dark;
and a cliff was on the right side.
There was no place to stall or park;
a wrong move; a bad end for the ride.

Once I got in the open, and finally saw,
my front porch; my wife looking out;
I returned her gaze, filled with awe;
this is what Love’s all about.

My mind then returned to the present;
the remaining drive was a bore;
for, although it was safe and pleasant;
no one was waiting, anymore.

I longed again for that snowy night;
which had such a different end;
and the time that I saw Love in Sight;
coming home to an Eternal Friend.

Monty 4/19/20