The Lost Road

It used to connect.
That was what it did.
Its identity
Was crisply defined,
Nearly a straight line

Linking a couple more
Roads between two towns.
It got lost somehow.
It can’t find the end
Or the beginning.

It loops through the pines,
Wandering, a road
But not to town, script
Fallen off the map,
Unpunctuated,

Cursive, elegant
But wholly alone.
It does not give up.
It is a brave road,
A beautiful road,

Scenic all the way.
The shadows cross it
In shifting scribbles
That tell it nothing.
It comforts itself.