An adventure may take you down paths with loose stones
stumbling, wishing that you had taken a smoother path.
Maybe not such a high mountain but the smooth grassy slopes
where flowers grow in abundance and the trees bow gently to the wind.

It may take you to dark places where unseen threat and pain
is behind damp walls, and what seemed like a pavement of gold
is a running sewer leading into a dark tunnel and you hope to
come out free into the light of a golden valley filled with marsh marigolds.

It may take you to the sea and the wild elements of winds and waves
to beg for an island, a harbour as your boat rocks as though it will
surely capsize and hurl you into the cold churning depths.
Longing for that land on the horizon and to turn your back on that sea.

But maybe your adventure will be inside, finding the smooth grassy slopes,
the light-filled golden valley, the safe harbour pub where drink flows and
laughter is everywhere. Holding hands and greeting those you have missed
in a room panelled with oak and smelling of an aromatic open fire.