Unfolding (a continuation)

the little cartoon figure sits still under the wondery tree
a long misty time
waiting for a new road to open up
and as he does so
an invisible web begins to wind around him, unnoticed
pinning him

friends wander by chatting and laughing
maybe they will take him along his new road?

he tries to get up and join them
but he finds he can not move
when he tries to call out to them
no words come

he tries to find his feet and his voice
but they are lost in the mist

it is restful under the wondery tree
but my heart stirs restlessly
words need to find utterance
and feet need to follow
and sometimes to dance

i scan the horizon for my new road . . .