ON THE TRAIL.
I didn’t turn back soon enough
Thunder landed on my head likea a beating drums as lightening
streaked through the woods on both sides of the trail.
Scared and drenched, I rushed down the path to the car.
Safe!
Days later the trail basked in a warm sun and sweet smelling forest.
A Muslim woman in elegant royal blue walked past a young Jewish couple.
Neither spoke.
The couple stopped and asked me
Where is the path to the view? How far?
They had walked in the wrong direction.
Shortly the woman in blue stopped and asked
Where is the path to the view ? How far?
She too, had gone in the wrong direction.
There are several paths to choose from here.
Just one goes to the view.
Carol Toba
September, 2025