Here I stand, alone and vulnerable
Looking down at the ground between my legs
The dirt beneath my feet begins to split
Left to make a decision without time on my side
At first I stepped to my left
It was the immediate reflexive response
Soon realizing it contained satisfactions that were constantly disappearing
Then reappearing before my eyes
Stepping over to the right side
The same satisfactions were present and permanent but in different forms
It seemed to be the good side but wasn't as pleasing to the eye
I quickly stepped back over the crack, straddling the split
How am I to be sure the things on the right side were as permanent as they seemed. Would they be enough to satisfy me?
Or would I be okay with temporary satisfaction on the left because they are more pleasing to me?
Crackling beneath me, the dirt separates into a gaping hole
I lose my balance and stumble to gain my balance
The dirt has no emotions, it will not stop for me
It will not help me in my decision and I must make a choice
If I straddle the crack I have no satisfactions
If I go to the left, I may not be satisfied for long
If I go to the right, I may be tricked into believing they'll last forever
The ground shakes below me, time is running out
I love the imagery this creates
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