Ambiguousness
Sunlight in the distance,
filtering through density, thickness thinning,
a bit of space between the trees.
Are those lawns?
An inference of houses implies
the proximity of civilization.
It should lead us out.
Go on Jake, show me the way.
I’m sure you are as anxious as I
after all this wandering,
these bizarre trails that split and rejoin,
dancing, it seems, in circles.
Even so, markers on an occasional tree
seem to say, Yes, this is still the right way,
right path, right road, to the Wizard of Oz,
that we’ve staked out for you, so you would not get lost.
Well, maybe it’s not them,
but me, that I’ve misplaced my inner compass,
or my brain cells are not working as they should.
So, just bark if you have any ideas.