Many the Miles

Insomnia sucks, as I'm experiencing right now, but it has its perks. Such as quiet time to think and explore thoughts and formulate ideas, travel through the conscious, what have you.  As I sit here I think of one of my favorite poems that embodies this concept: Robert Frosts' "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening".  Yes it is an old go-to, so much so that I remember choosing to recite this piece for speech class when I was in the 6th grade.  It seems like a simple winter's evening journey by a weary traveler, but it also alludes to life and the ruts we get stuck in where we just want to slow down and take in our surroundings although knowing we have obligations to fulfill and a path to forge. 

"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep".

- Robert Frost

 

Oy vey, I'm tired...