08/27/2024
Here is a poem after another first day of school year, dedicated to my beloved wife, Vicki G. Sayarath. Written in Sylvia Plath’s tone.
Two Roads, Diverged
Two roads, diverged at a quiet bend,
Before us lay paths that could not blend.
Not in this world, nor this time—
Our hands remain unclasped, in silence and rhyme.
You've pledged your heart, a sacred vow,
To another’s arms, where you rest now.
Bound by tradition, held by fate,
While I was a shadow, a moment too late.
We knew the limits, lines we mustn’t cross,
Yet still, we wandered, bearing the cost.
In the stillness, we held on tight,
But it’s time to part, to fade from sight.
Close your eyes, and I’ll do the same,
Forget the whispers, the untamed flame.
Though I’ll remember every word,
Every secret that went unheard—
Like children lost in a world too wide,
We sought refuge, side by side.
I once said I could be the breeze,
Gentle, quiet, through your trees.
If you look up, I’ll be there still,
A wisp of cloud beyond the hill.
Goodbye, my hidden star, so far—
We walk away, though we never are.
But when you glance into the sky,
You’ll find me there, where dreams still lie.
B. John
Thetford Village Store
Thetford Center, VT
Monday, August 26, 2024
@1826 (Sylvia Plath)
