Trudging the towpath
I come across an
intriguing puzzle path
these hieroglyphs of passage
arrest my motion
defying disturbance
and imposing their mystery
to impede my progress
Now I fear to tread
to de-sanctify their presence
and destroy their meaning
with my care-less trudge
These disguised but so readable signs
I am unable to fathom
greater skills than I have
are required to tell the story
of who, of what
has gone before
and of how I have come
to where I am
However fraught
I remain
caught
in an indecipherable
present
struggling to construe
just what Now means
Mystery abounds
these cuneiform cartouches
defeat my urge for understanding
and I pass on
adding my own meaning
only by the steps I tread
Roland's Ragbag 