spelunking

so this week on my day off we went spelunking to ape cave. the misadventure sparked a poem that, if you know me, is somewhat of a metaphor for my life.

missed opportunities

in this cave

it's dark

my little light

shows the way

but I'm still lost

by now I thought

there'd be turns

ups and downs

surprises too

instead it's quiet

too quiet

too wide open

I think I missed

some signpost

or side passage

oh, no! it's narrow

the walls closing

I'm crawling

on my belly

too late to turn

nowhere to go

and then it ends

I must go back

return to day

never see

the right cave

never know

what I missed

only feel

this sense of loss

emptiness

the haunting face

of a dead-end cave