A Fork in the Wood

So comes another fork in the wood,

and they decided to each explore their chosen paths,

each carrying opposite ends of a thread

that would lead them back to each other, back to the fork

So off they went,

marvels and wonders greets one,

the discovery of a calling,

a wide-eyed journey of excitement

off went the other, with his back bent,

mundane forests said their routine hellos,

an arduous road, no short of falling,

the same ol' walk of abandonment

down came the blanket of night,

and both travelers remembered their plight,

exiting opposite ends of their respective paths in the wood,

they suddenly felt the tug of a thread, awakening is rude

much to share, so much to tell,

much to do, so much too cover,

another decision, a ringing line felt,

follow the string, or snip the ring, thought each other

"go by faith, and not by sight",

so trudged one from the other side,

back to the unrecognizable fork in the wood,

the place where they both once stood

what awaits our traveler,

who faithfully held and followed the thread?

a mirror image closing in to the fork?

a forest too dark to penetrate?

a single ended thread, forlorn from the fork?

Once again, we walk from the fork,

walk the walk and talk the talk