Poem: Choice

What choice is there?

This life of promises,

Broken; walls appear

In unexpected places,

Dreams shift and darken

in the fitful sleep

of daily life.  The

dull plodding, the

shuffle of unwanted

burden, responsibility

Where is the bright hope

of youth?

O oblivion of childish

hopes, carnival of

lost innocence/innocents...

remember?

Turn the shuffle of

disillusion to the lift

step, move,

lift, step, move, lift

step, move of

walking meditation

In the center, choose

your Way out

of the dark

(c) 24 March 2014

Suzy Jacobson Cherry

Photo from Buffalo Niagara Gardening