It takes an eternity to decide
to move one way or another;
an infinity of maybes and what ifs.
A bird muscles her way
through a series of calls,
like twanging rubber bands on repeat.
Nothing helps a human
to make a decision,
with clarity.
Everything is obscured.
We are a series of obfuscations,
an infinity of chaos.
Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane.
Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun.
Tomorrow, the purpose I sought
will greet me at my door,
and welcome me home.
© Shaista Tayabali, 2019
For Dverse Poetry
to move one way or another;
an infinity of maybes and what ifs.
A bird muscles her way
through a series of calls,
like twanging rubber bands on repeat.
Nothing helps a human
to make a decision,
with clarity.
Everything is obscured.
We are a series of obfuscations,
an infinity of chaos.
Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane.
Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun.
Tomorrow, the purpose I sought
will greet me at my door,
and welcome me home.
© Shaista Tayabali, 2019
For Dverse Poetry
(Auguste Rodin, The Dancer, 1913. Kettle’s Yard)
Lovely written poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of the purpose greeting you.
ReplyDeleteFrom tears to stripe of sun, we move through our days and decisions, one by one. I love the bird, muscling her way along. Is that your bright light-filled room, in the photo?
ReplyDeleteI love how your words inspire hope that there is more and purpose will meet with us again.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly poignant!❤️ I especially love; "Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane. Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun."
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ReplyDelete'... Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane.
Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun.
Tomorrow, the purpose I sought
will greet me at my door,
and welcome me home.'
What a wonderful gift of words.
I love how you describe the hopefulness in moving from tears into purpose.
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