Another fork
crossroad dividing 
an intersection 
this way
or that
maybe forward 
maybe back
always moving 
right along
a tumbleweed 
some dust 
a leaf
cut corners 
across fields 
rolling where
almost there

What does one 
when what was
is no longer 
when does and
where does and
then finally why
does one do 
how does one 
do something different 
or something differently 
when is it 
then this new 
when does what 

Never posture
never pretend 
be ever
your promise 
know you 
before others 
word before 
marching drums 
dance and 
defy always 
celebrate you 
be humble 
yet determined 
quietly confident 
wins battles 
and wars
let others 
be arrogant 
and show 
their weakness 
for pomp 
cripples in
the eyes 
of those 
meant to 
rally round 

When you do 
and not before 
the Universe shifts 
like a front 
it comes quietly 
yet affects everything 
change brings chill
to even despair 
so start alone 
resolve at ready 
attuned to new 
watch what happens 
as your new 
life slowly unfolds 
it’s absolutely beautiful 

I am perplexed 
as a child 
I was filled 
with awe and 
wonder but now 
at this age 
skepticism and fear
how does life 
turn how does 
curiosity curdle or
wilt rarely ever 
to blossom again 
is it things
is it hurt
or is it 
that the downward 
slope is always 
the slipperiest and 
the uphill climb 
the most daunting