Decisions
The park is static and constant,
With its border of tall trees
And the little league field nestled in the center.
Our tree draws me like a beacon;
I am pulled to this spot by
A connection that transverses time.
I sit in the same spot on which
We sat so long ago
Watching the water flow slowly on,
Moving around stippled rocks
As if they do not even exist.
The ancient stream is not burdened
By the sense of loss that I am feeling;
It continues on its path with purpose,
Too determined to reach its destination
To worry about anything else.
I sit and watch the sunlight dance across the water,
The flow steady and sure,
A stark contrast to
The uncertainty that clouds my brain.
What do I really want?
Is it the freedom and adventure of my youth
Or
The calm, comfortable predictability of my present?
I wish this place could share
Its time-honored wisdom with me.
Alas, it remains silent,
Leaving me alone to
Question, explore, and ultimately
Decide.
- April Blevins
With its border of tall trees
And the little league field nestled in the center.
Our tree draws me like a beacon;
I am pulled to this spot by
A connection that transverses time.
I sit in the same spot on which
We sat so long ago
Watching the water flow slowly on,
Moving around stippled rocks
As if they do not even exist.
The ancient stream is not burdened
By the sense of loss that I am feeling;
It continues on its path with purpose,
Too determined to reach its destination
To worry about anything else.
I sit and watch the sunlight dance across the water,
The flow steady and sure,
A stark contrast to
The uncertainty that clouds my brain.
What do I really want?
Is it the freedom and adventure of my youth
Or
The calm, comfortable predictability of my present?
I wish this place could share
Its time-honored wisdom with me.
Alas, it remains silent,
Leaving me alone to
Question, explore, and ultimately
Decide.
- April Blevins