NO RHYME, NO REASON

Some things we must do
whether we want to or not.
There are caves I’m afraid to go into
and people I don’t want to meet
and rooms that I don’t want to enter
no matter how lovely their doorsand places I’ve seen from the road
off in the distance where the path
narrows and disappears into what
I assume is astoundingly perfect.Deciding what is required,
what is merely suggested
and what should be avoided
altogether under any and
all circumstances and what

should be done no matter
what the hairs on the back
of your neck indicate about
the situation at the moment

is what I want to know.