Fare Forward

Over your shoulder
I see footsteps,
In the snow,
The sand,
The dust.
The past is 
Now complete.
I know all
About answers.

Peering
Through the mist,
Beyond the curtain
The turning 
In the lane,
The mystery
Of the nave
Begs the question,
Prompting
The way forward.

We have to ask
For guidance.
Where now?
Tomorrow
Is the turning
In the lane.

JL The First of may 11:45