Poem by Koon Woon

To Begin where the Road Ends

Does this road end

where wind is desolate breath?

Is this where the water begins

bounded by tidal crash?

Is this soggy man’s laugh

any match for death?

Death un-clocked

but ebbing past.                                                                

I  say:

as I walk to end of day,

my energy ebbs

when this road diverges,

I choose the “less-traveled path.”

And when you too have traveled its length,

We shall dance upon the virgin grass!

(poem using 5 arbitrary chosen words, underlined)

Koon Woon

December 6, 2016