I stepped away
Like a storm
That dumped its
Rain on mountain
Tops deciding to
Be cloudy rather
Than another storm
Bringing peace instead
Of selfish torrents
Giving me room
To decide whether
What we offered
Was what’s needed
Rather than wanted
Like protective parents
With a child
In a bakery
Filled with desserts
And bread like
Travelers finally breaking
Free to see
The canyons vista
Please give me
Time to choose
Because I know
That one road
Leads to you
And the other
Well the other
Leads to nowhere
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 