me and the deer

I took a fork
in the road many days ago.
I took another;
and then, before I knew it,
the path separated again.

At first, I thought
I could return eventually.
If I made a mistake,
I could start over,
rejoin the group,
try again.

Now, I know
I am alone in the woods
with the dew
and the whitetail deer
bounding away at my
tentative approach.

And, of course,
there are more
forks
in this road...