Which Way? – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting Prosery with an invitation to use a line from the poem ‘The Song of Wandering Aengus’ by William Butler Yeats. The line is: “I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery

Photo: found at juggernautmc.com

“We have to get used to the idea that at the most important crossroads in our life there are no signs.” Ernest Hemingway.

Which Way?

I wanted to take time with my old friends who were welling up in my chest. Where to in my life now, seemed to be the most pressing question stirring my emotions. I sought the pilgrims trail, so I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head and heart. Eventually the walk began to clear my head, and then I came to a crossroad, which I received as a question. What now, do I turn at either side or go on, or even stay where I am? What does this mean for me? The Irish gave a word for this, trasna or crossing place, to cross over. It means choosing a move. This fire in me has brought me to a turning point, and I mean to go on. So, which way will I choose, which path will I take?

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, bush walking, life, prose, quote

23 responses to “Which Way? – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. You will choose the right path, I sense that in you. A most intriguing bit of prose you gave us.

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  2. Will you let us know what path you choose? Lovely prose.

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  3. Made me think about the road less taken… maybe that’s the right one.


  4. sanaarizvi

    This is gorgeously deep and introspective. I agree, the most important crossroads in life offer no signs. We just have to rely on instinct. ❤️❤️

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  5. Paul, this reminds me of a segment on Charles Kuralt’s, “On the Road” I watched the other night. It’s about a guy who has lived at the same intersection out in the middle of nowhere for 60+ years. The county says they can’t afford road signs, so people have been walking up and knocking on his door to ask for directions all these years. Recently he decided to make some signs himself and put them at the corners. You might ask, did it help? The answer is no. He has taken to sitting by the side of the road to see if people will use his signs, but when they see him, they don’t bother reading the signs and ask him instead!

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  6. A meditative take on the prompt, Paul, which is familiar, as we all face crossroads at different times in our lives. I haven’t had that experience for a long time, not since I retired from teaching. Wanting to ‘take time with my old friends who were welling up in my chest’ is something we must all feel during this awful pandemic, and I imagine that many people who have lost loved ones, jobs, homes, their health because of it will be wondering which path to take when it is finally allowed It’s something that pops up when on those solitary walks we are permitted for exercise.


  7. I love the first line. A great encouragement to look within before embarking on the journey your prose sets forth.

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  8. Sounds like a great analogue question to Hamlet’s one.;-) I love the metaphors you are using. Michael

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  9. Well…in South Africa the law states “keep left”,so take left trust I know

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  10. “Trasna.” I like that word; I hadn’t heard it before. The photo reminds me very much of the crossroads at which blues legend Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Devil for the ability to play.

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  11. lync56

    I love this one – singing our song softly


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