crossroad

"crossroad"


to see what is before you -
how you have left your mark,
your residue upon my soul
which will never wash clean -

trajectories launched long before
and moments ago,
nudges of time considered
banal and forgotten,
in hindsight, still make no sense

not to recognize events ending
at the start of that step
bringing fates and fates closer,
no longer able to halt it

or retrieve what once felt
preferable to the
weightlessness of the unknown,
to try and recall the feeling-

looking at me, incredulous
to what you have, standing
at the hundredth crossroad
of your existence-

as if, at last, the moon has noticed
that its ever widening path
through millions of millennia
has caused the earth to eclipse