If time were a river
I would divert its course
make it run slower, softer
Branch it off in several directions at once
always to bring it back
to find my way back to my origins.
I could experience all the possibilities
and still stay my course with greater wisdom for the brief forays out and back.
I would no longer have to choose only one direction; agonizing over whether the path I choose is the correct one
Entries from July 2001
July 1, 2001 · Leave a Comment
Categories: Poetry · Ruminations · Writing