I'm forging ahead into the far flung
burning like an ember running down a shadowed
trail just  past the witching hour.

Stars peak at me through the trees
as I traverse, curious at my passage whispering
amongst themselves at where I might be going.

I would like to know as well, for it's always been
a mystery to me,  I forge, and I forge, and I forge
always wondering where my beautiful 
failures and successes
will take me.

by Philip Wardlow June 2023