"What If This Road"

What if this road, that has held no surprises
These many years, decided not to go
Home after all; what if it could turn
Left or right with no more ado
Than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin
Were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
That is shaken and rolled out, and takes
A new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
In a new way; around a blind corner,
Across hills you must climb without knowing
What's on the other side; who would not hanker
To be going, at all risks? Who wants to know
A story's end, or where a road will go?

~Sheenagh Pugh

I completed the application process for grad school today (the interview). Like all interviews, I left feeling the weight of all that was not said. This weekend I went to visit my grandma in Nebraska. Nebraska is beautiful and blooming and full of lovely old houses that beg to be made homes. Overall today I felt . . . scooped out. Like a crispy potato skin that hasn't had any filling put back in it. I guess maybe that's better than a stuffed zucchini though. /c: Maybe it's time for bed.