i close the door
& walk out of the building
& wait
this can be a beginning
or an ending
or maybe a middle muddled situation
or a detour
my feet & lungs are anxious
to know of my decision
there are many choices
but by now,
i write my story on sands
and journal my walks on origami paper
these are not set on stones
but built on windy re-takes and mid-
night revisions
for every decision - this is
which comes with one big exhale of relief
there is hundred fold sharpness of - this is not
but here is tricky part
you learn to live with this over time
-the fullness & emptiness of it-
& if you are lucky,
you will have your 2nd or 10th time around
the time carousel
and this time, you can make <another> choice-
-witness the first sunrise or sunset-
with the eyes of a child
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics : Choice by guest host, Christopher Reilley. Join us when the pub doors open at 3 pm EST.
