whiteouts
the snow comes out of the north
blindsiding me
my way is obscured
discernible only by the bare
ruts of previous traffic
there is an impulse to stop
but doing so leaves me immersed
in whiteness
vulnerable - unmoving
it requires some faith and courage
to
keep moving
find the way in
the ruts and centre line dancing
in and out of view
as I punch through walls of snow
into calmer pockets of clarity
keep
moving