Time After Time
Once upon a time while writing
I came to a crossroad
Uninformed as to destinations
Equipped with hearsay alone
I chose the one on the right
believing it to be the right way
Time upon time this road
doubled back upon itself
revealing the same route
over and again
but I didn’t recognize
the need to reconsider
believing still in the one right way
Until there came a time when
weary of the circular course
I considered the one left over
the one left out
the one left of behind the grind
of a roaring twenties Charleston
So, the last time I came
to the crossroad
I chose the one left undisturbed
left to be discovered
left to be created
according to my own unique rhythms
and yes Mr. Thoreau --
it has made
all the difference