Highway

Horizon hems the forest.
If you look left, the long road
Continues. If you look right,
It continues. People have
Vanished by the dozen here,
Without a plague or a war.
Step into the woods, you're gone.

I am the kind who belongs
To the middle of nowhere.
I would stay here forever,
If I could, far from crossroads,
In motion against the edge
Of the trees. But I will veer,
Or I will spend this night in town.