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)
7 comments:
Lovely written poem. Thanks for sharing.
I like the idea of the purpose greeting you.
From 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?
I love how your words inspire hope that there is more and purpose will meet with us again.
This is incredibly poignant!❤️ I especially love; "Yesterday, my tears were a hurricane. Today, I am sitting in a stripe of sun."
'... 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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