Growth, Overlapping
in September
I found a trail - once a road
now reclaimed, transformed
by all the growing things
and the road tried to remember
winding along beside a haphazard row
of telephone poles,askew
strung together like pearls
the old road and the new growth,
overlapping, pavement uplifted
transforming into something wild
split wide open by sprouts
and shoots and seedlings
a mottled quilt of asphalt and moss
and me, with my unsteady feet
taking pleasure in the evidence
of the old road's demise
and me, on a road
that didn't know itselfand me, on a road that was
forgotten, forgetting
it was a roadand me, not knowing
where I was headed
Jacqueline Dooley is a writer and entrepreneur living in New York’s Mid-Hudson Valley. Her essays on parenting a child with cancer and parental grief have been published in The Washington Post, HuffPost, Longreads, Modern Loss, Pulse, Mothers Always Write, PulseVoices, The Wisdom Daily and more. Find her on Twitter at jackie510.
