Blessing

The rain trickled down

soaking the hardened road.

Many had walked on the path

and some stopped and lingered.

After years,

no one walked on the road anymore.

One day, a bulldozer dug up the road

A new building was built on top of where it laid.

Did any of it meant anything?

Those people who walked by

and the road that withstood everyone walking over it?

I’d like to believe so.

And I’d like to remember it all.

12.16.2025