Collection
Embrace the Unknown.
When the road disappears, the real journey begins
13 poems
Not-knowing is the condition these poems refuse to cure. Rivers run without maps, trails vanish mid-step, and the best part of life turns out to be the part you cannot predict. Rather than offering answers, they offer a different relationship with the question—one in which uncertainty becomes a kind of freedom, and the open road is its own destination.
Where does
A river personified as fellow wanderer. Not knowing the destination recast as freedom, not failure.
Sometimes you
The open road as metaphor for uncertainty. Self-trust and patience offered as the only map.
The part of life
Uncertainty reframed as the best part, not the worst. A quiet reversal of expectation.
What is this life?
Mystery embraced rather than solved. The unanswered question becomes its own invitation.
So much that
Uncertainty embraced as invitation. Not-knowing becomes the compass, and life itself the guide.
If you could
Unpredictability defended with deadpan logic. Remove surprise and life collapses into boredom.
The Trail Turned
A trail dissolves and takes fear with it. The unknown becomes relief, not threat.
River river
Apostrophe to a river. Curiosity about where it goes doubles as curiosity about the self.
You don't know
Uncertainty met with quiet reassurance. The question dissolves before it needs an answer.
I don't know why
Uncertainty stacked three ways -- why, where, how -- then overruled by urgency. Action before answers.
In time I find
Paradox as thesis. The best plans, it turns out, are the ones that were never made.
The roads I take
Road as teacher. The twists and turns are not detours but the curriculum itself.
I once got lost
The woods as classroom. Getting lost becomes the prerequisite for coming out wiser.