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Meditation on the point of decision.


Like a loose thread
trying to hold on.
Uncertain of its belonging.
It’s new place in the makeup of the universe.

Strange worries of being lost
balanced with knowledge
that it is going somewhere
even if where is not written.

Like a pause in conversation,
a seeking silence,
waiting for the next sentence
the next beginning.

Like a soft wind.
Sad goodbyes in the breeze.
Hello could be pleasant
or painful.

What are we embracing?
A need to let go
A need to begin
A need to look forward
instead of backward.

Alone or together…
these steps remind me of your shadow
memories, I am learning,
are the gift of change.

One thought on “Meditation on the point of decision.

  1. This is the third poem of yours I have read (going backward from your latest post.) This is excellent! For me, this is perfect poetry! (Hope you don’t mind the unintentional rhyme.)

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