twenty-three
and making decisions
standing at the bus stop
inundated by sideways snow
a tiny seed of resolution
began to germinate inside my stomach
as the bus slid haphazardly
down mcdougall hill
i thought:
what if i don't make it there at all?
and smiled
that seed had sprouted a bud
and the words came out of my mouth
and i did not give up
and i did not accept mediocrity
for once in my mediocre life
and now i'm waiting for the bud
to bloom
and for the fist around my heart
to unclench
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