Unnoticed

Unnoticed
2/3/21

I walked through the woods
    I had walked many times before
To my surprise, before me
    just off to the side was something
    I had never seen before.
A path.
Plain as day.
Bare to the dirt,
    not a remnant of grass or leaves to be found.
Its opening agape
    for everyone to see,
    inviting them to explore.
Paralyzed by my discovery,
    I studied the path for longer than I can recount.
I peered down its winding essence
    as far as I could.
I examined its entry way
    like a child who has just trapped     
    its first firefly in a mason jar.
In awe of how far it seemed to extend,
Bewildered that I had never noticed it before.

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