The Pondering Stone


Merlin hat

Or Matterhorn miniature,

You mark the way

To somewhere;



Acorn encrusted stone,

Perhaps, an oversight;

No Oak trees straddle these paths,

You offer demarcation

To one route unknown

The other, too know.

Strangest waystone

Relevant to someone,

I heed your mileage advice

And move on

In deep pondering.

Maybe that is your purpose

To induce thought in the tired wanderer,

Or maybe you serve no purpose at all.

I’ll think on it

Until I’m certain.

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