Earl Haig


How we End up Here II
 

Two roads diverged in a wood
so I went a little way down each of them
you know, just to see how much
divergence we were talking about.
 
To my surprise, they both divided again -
not that it was all that surprising
given that I was on one road to start with.
So really, one road diverged in a wood.
 
And why do I insist on calling it a wood
when to all intents and purposes
it's just a pathway, or several
pathways exponentially diverging?
 
So all I had to do was to cruise on
through the exponential sea of footprints
up being up and down being down and home
being where the heart is and the supper.
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