At the Crossroads

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IMG_0310At 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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Did you recognize this post from over two years ago? An interesting part of reblogging is finding the errors. I wonder if other people notice them and are just polite or if they were as invisible to them as they were to you. I’m still dealing with the question posed in this poem. Perhaps I always will be. One thing is for sure. I grow more invisible daily. The prompt today is invisible.

12 thoughts on “At the Crossroads”

  1. theceaselessreaderwrites's avatartheceaselessreaderwrites

    I wasn’t yet blogging at this time 2 years ago, so I didn’t recognize it. Considering your presence here, in what way do you mean you grow more invisible daily? Nice poem, by the way, and yes, aren’t our lives a wondrous act of self-creation?

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      I thought of that when I wrote it. Actually, I meant I disappear more from my life here in Mexico and appear more frequently on the page and the internet. I wonder sometimes if that is healthy but then I look around me and see that many as they age draw more into themselves and their own interests and surroundings. I think it is a natural process. But I try to fight it a bit.

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  3. VJ's avatarV.J. Knutson

    This is so beautiful and ask very pertinent questions. Just yesterday, exploring new parts of the world with my husband, I wondered if one can ever recreate this feeling at home. Is discovery part attitude, or do we need to be startled into awakening? See where you’ve taken me with your poem, lol.

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  4. Marilyn Armstrong's avatarMarilyn Armstrong

    Age seems to make us invisible to the young. The question is, do they not see us because we really ARE invisible or because they are afraid to see us? If they see us, will they also see their own invisibility?

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