What if 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 its 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?
– Sheenagh Pugh, “What If This Road”