A Poem a Day (453): Where we breathe

 
This is one about choices; how we make them and how we always doubt them. 

Where we breathe
 
Where we breathe it is tomorrow,
a misty morning rising so high
we can imagine the fall of the sky,
our expectations eager til the last.

This is where the road forks in two,
inviting us to choose a destination.
Whichever straw we draw
we’ll wonder where the other goes.

So it is, this human condition,
where we linger in the pullback
doubting every choice we make
as if mistakes are how we are made.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 12, 2021