We were owed some days of peace
Where plans were fluid and uninterrupted
Where there was enough sleep, and food, and wine
And time, ever slipping through our fingers,
Showed her generosity
Some moments I am frozen
Stuck in a pirouette on overlapping crossroads
A decagram of choices
Muscles shake and threaten to send me to the dirt
Where I’ll unbury my offerings
And bury myself instead
But the crossroads is a meadow when I’m with them
We stretch on the grass
Look at the roads we may walk down
And the roads that will disappear into the wild
Mostly, we look up at the sky
Blue and clear and promising the changing of the leaves
The turning of the seasons
The wheel of our lives
With Love,
Natalie
