She dreamt of a hidden road,
From one side of the canal to the crevices of the deepest paths,
From the length of a manicured promenade,
to the breadth of an unannounced wild foliage,
From the panoramic view of haze covered buildings,
Obscured by the mist and mysteries, stories and the scrutinies.
The road reminded her of a beach,
Where a secret house was nestled in the midst of haywire bushes,
With a staircase that led to a series of unfathomable doubts,
And there her eyes roved from one destination to the other,
From one object of desire to another illusory mire,
Sometimes movement and action saved the day,
The other times pure blankness had its say.
Wearing a bright scarlet cloak, staring from under the hood,
Gauging her mood, every second every minute,
Prodding her with its impossible genuineness,
Pricking her with its possible absurdities,
Tantalizing her with its surreptitious gait
It danced in her mind with gay abandon,
The hidden road beamed like a beacon in that dreary dreamy state.
Cloned up and stacked one upon the other,
The undulating road, rises and falls,
But its pirouetting hits a crashing halt,
As the mind sternly jolts.
She looks at it, mouth agape, mind and soul,
She tries to break the stack and purge the dream.
But maybe it doesn’t require any destruction,
Maybe all it needs is some nourishment and care,
And then maybe it will reveal itself,
Like the sun showing up on an insipid day,
Like a guru patiently showing you the way,
The hidden road shows its own way,
She now knows the play,
Doesn’t matter if it’s hidden or in plain sight,
Doesn’t matter if it’s dysfunctional or irrational,
Maybe there is a hidden road somewhere or maybe not,
Maybe there are many hidden roads,
But she’s willing to walk like there’s no tomorrow,
Indulging in the dangers and the pleasures,
the lows and the treasures,
A road is a road,
Hidden or in plain sight,
Doesn’t count, doesn’t matter!
Doesn’t count, will never matter!
TURN IN THE ROAD BY PAUL CÉZANNE
During the 1870s, Cézanne admired and worked closely with Camille Pissarro, one of the most innovative Impressionist landscape painters. In comparison to Pissarro’s more straightforward views of the countryside, this bold landscape shows Cézanne’s interest in complex arrangements of shapes and spaces that challenge the viewer’s perceptions. In this painting, for example, the curving roadway draws us into deep space and at the same time forms a flattened shape on the surface of the painting. The first owner of this landscape was Cézanne’s contemporary Claude Monet.