What if this road....

What if this road - Sheenagh Pugh

What is this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
Home after all; what if it could turn
left or right with no more ado
than a kite tail? What if it’s tarry skin
were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,
that is shaken and rolled out, and takes
A new shape from the contours beneath?
And if it chose to lay itself down
in a new way; around a blind corner
across hills you must climb without knowing what’s on the other side; who would not hanker to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know
a story’s end, or where a road will go?