One Never Knows

On the Appalachian Trail,

An Indian guide

Despite having

Some problems,

Comes highly prescribed

Never Knows

Will get you

From this place

To that,

Providing, of course,

He knows

Where he’s at

He’s known to leave

On a Monday,

A Wednesday,

Again on a Friday,

Before finding his way

On the next Sunday

More often than most

Will dare ever say,

He gets somewhat

Confused,

Goes completely astray

Six times

Took his party

For bears lean and spry,

Shot and missed

Being blind in one eye

Some days

No progress is made

They backtrack instead,

When his gimp leg opposes

The blind eye

In his head

He can’t tie a rope,

Pitch a tent

On the land,

Having arthritis

In fingers

And missing

One hand

But don’t judge

Too quickly,

Afford him some slack,

When days

May get lost

From the slipped disc

In his back

And should someone

Get hurt

And for help

Give a holler,

He’ll only appear

At the flash

Of a dollar

It makes no sense

For a hiker

Who goes,

To hire the guide

Called

Never Knows

But you’ll never know

Till all’s

Said and done,

Why everyone claims

He’s the best one

For fun

A pure paradox

Yet readily shows,

Dreams can be lived

As one

Never Knows

Chelle Munroe©

November 18, 2013