The Middle: To Chandratal lake
The grandeur of beginnings has faded.
The end is not in sight.
The land feels as barren as it looks.
The slope is subtle, but still a slog.
Will we ever reach the other side?
If we knew what was there,
Would it quicken our pace or send us back?
Where is the point of no return?
Just keep one foot in front of the other.
You’re in the middle lands now.
You’ll learn to muddle through somehow.
Poem by Melissa Alipalo