Someone weeps within today
Weeps for paths untrodden
Vistas never seen
Friendships dissolved,
Conversations unspoken
Books unread
Poems never written
Babies unborn
Beloveds passed on.
The tears come gentle in the mystery
Of choices made so subtly
They’re not lodged in memory:
A contraction here
A reaching there like
Shifting weight in a good canoe
Until I am downriver
And the banks gone by
seem frozen in time
While I drift on.
Who weeps?
Who chooses?
Who shifts?
I and not I
Eye and tear
Boat and current…
Raindrops passing
Through wet ground
Soaking new roots.
2 comments:
All those choices. I wish I had made some better ones.
What's this abut a novel?
This sounds like regrets... something we need to allow ourselves but then somehow need to move on from.It is probably good to slow down enough to realize they are there. Life moves way too fast sometimes It is like we are caught up in the current and can't see the river, I get what you mean about how subtle it is ; a choice which seems the only way or natural at the time may not have been the only choice .... only you couldn't see it then and was it even a conscious choice ? i see it as I watch my daughter raise her daughter , differently than I did her. Doing the best we can now and hoping to be more aware ; of the big picture and of the choices.
I love the last paragraph I could read it over and over and feel the rain sinking through me and into the ground.......... Radha
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