I’m on my own road,
walking, muttering dark words.
Haven’t you heard?
The worst has happened.
Hope is lost.
But then a traveler comes alongside,
puts himself in step with me.
His feet are dusty, too.
Something in me unfolds like paper
that was wadded up tight.
A spark snaps out of the flint of his words.
Smoldering begins from the dry kindling in my soul.
A flame spurts, catches, surges.
I look again, a little in awe, and