At the crossroads
She beckons me
And runs her hand across all paths
Asking me to choose
But I sit on a rock in the middle
And enjoy the sun on my face
Till she steps forward and blocks it ou
The sky goes dark and it gets cold
Her hounds bark and howl and strain at their leash
I drop to my knees
I don’t know which road
I have no idea where any of them leads
She laughs at me
It doesn’t matter, just choose
That is the key
That opens the door
Not to perfection
Just to life
Finally she tires of my waffling game
And with a push of her foot against my back side
I fall forward
I look up, and find I am on a path
Moving ahead
And I hear her in the back fround
Choosing is the key
To pen the door
Any door will do
There is life beyond them all
CHOOSE
Erin Shannon 2000