Road Forks

I am small
on this traverse
in this meadow
at this fork
it’s time to make
a decision but the view
overwhelms me and the flowers
smell like my mind can
be made up tomorrow
maybe I’ll just stay here
at the trailhead of indecision
watch unconcerned as
the fog rolls in
I wait and wait
and wait
for something to happen
the fog clears
but the fork didn’t
grow a knife
to cut away fat
and sinew
I Blink at the fog
as it slinks it’s
wispy fingers inside
my determination
welcome oblivion


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