Was walking down my path today

no other path than mine, they say.

It’s gray and has a yellow line

Not at the end but just halfway.

It goes across, not up or down

It has two eyes, a mouth, no frown.


When metal things approach my walk

they slow and sometimes stop to gawk

I know they have respect for me

This is my chosen path, you see.

This is my chosen walk, you see.

If I take to flight

will I truly be free?


~Marlies Vonn