Following the poetry trail

I arrived at the Poetry Pharmacy with William Sieghart (who was also the founder of the National Poetry Day, yey!) and I was prescribed the following poem 

(and hopefully this will help to get me on the road):

What if this road
by Sheenagh Pugh

What if this road, that has held no surprises
these many years, decided not to go
home after all; what if it could turn 
left or right with no more ado 

than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin

were like a long, supple bolt of cloth,

that is shaken and rolled out, and takes

a new shape from the contours beneath?

And if it chose to lay itself down 

in a new way; around a blind corner, 

across hills you must climb without knowing 

what’s on the other side; who would not hanker 

to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know 

a story’s end, or where a road will go?