At the Crossroads
I am drawn
toward a horizon
not as flat as the others.
Palm trees stir
in the ocean’s breath.
A yellow dog
churns down this road,
but I do not follow.
That other road?
Spires of a city
pulse with light
and an imagined music
blows in on the wings of notes
that swim through heat currents in the air.
Not that road, at least not yet,
the music tells me.
What the third road leads to is invisible
behind a denser curtain of air
blistering with possibility.
Like fingers motioning me forward,
flapping like drapes in the sky––
beckoning.
Come here. Here. Here.
Spinning to look behind me,
then in a circle to see where I am,
“Is this place enough?” I wonder.
It is a place known and comfortable.
It has the right chair and a fridge well stocked with food––
familiar objects of my choosing.
Can “here” be a course chosen?
Can we draw new roads through where we are?
Everything is present everywhere, I once said,
and a trusted friend agreed;
but truths of the past are not always complete truths.
We add on to truth like sand castles,
building new towers,
crumbling others in our haste
to make bigger, better.
Truth changes like the sea.
In its entirety, it is the truth;
in each part, part of the truth.
It is a creative endeavor,
this life of each of us––
choosing the parts of truth
to call our own.
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This is so beautiful. I love the photos as well💕💕💕
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I reallllly like this, Judy.
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Muchas gracias. Sometimes I feel like everything I write is perfectly obvious to everyone else so why in the world am I just catching up? Or, writing about the obvious/
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Oh, but it’s what we identify with!
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;o)
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Something to think about. Can “here” be a choice? I think so. If you are happy with where you are, why not? We didn’t get here for free. We didn’t get to a “now” we like be accident. We fought and clawed our way through the muck and mire to get to this place. I think it’s okay to be happy. Finally.
Brilliant pictures, by the way. The second one is loaded with meaning.
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Thanks, Marilyn.
You’re more of a grownup than I am. I’m still wondering every day if I’ve finally figured it all out!!!
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I think you travelled home, Judy. East West Home’s Best.
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Beautiful and VERY thought provoking.
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Thanks, Forgottenman, for finding this forgotten poem which is like reading a poem someone else wrote to me, giving me advice. I love seeing what poems from the past you have chosen and they are always surprises to me. I will try to heed its message!!!
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