Emergent

The road less traveled is far more bumpy
With less care put in to maintain
In parts the road is overgrown
In others it fades only to reappear again
Where you least expect it

The swamps were a surprise
The trees a spindled, branches wide
The land that’s visible eroded
Perhaps the travel was unwise
But as I pulled off to the side
I found I could not regret it.

The swamp birds sang
The land teemed with life
The road was unkempt
Unmanaged it jackknifed
And twisted end to end
Up toward higher ground
But I stopped to look around

And found the world emergent
Upon the path less urgent