There is something new in the air
A faint scent of possibility
that wafts past unexpectedly.
There is something making me
wonder about continuity
and what’s coming to be.
There is something new in the air
A faint scent of possibility
that wafts past unexpectedly.
There is something making me
wonder about continuity
and what’s coming to be.
You open up before me
a gulf of possibility
things I never considered
complications I did not foresee.
You open up before me
a black hole of opportunity
devouring expectations
creating alternative realities
of what my future might be.
.
.
(“Thanks, Des,” she says
dripping with irony.)
Will I choose you?
Or you?
Or will I choose at all?
Am I ready for this work
of nurturing potential?
My world is wound tightly
with possibility,
fighting emotionality with
rationality.
Even not
deciding
is a
decision.
Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.