At The Crossroads

At the crossroads

Surfaces abound


My naked feet.

Gravel bites,

Tarmac burns,

Hot stones sear

And scorch

The soles.

A wave comes,

Cool and calm

Washing over

And caressing,


To greet

Feet –

Decide –

And move on

At the crossroads.

No signs

Of life

Or direction.

A reflection

On yesterday

And what kind

Of today

Tomorrow will be.

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