Poetry About Deciding

Two roads leave the field in equal weather. I search the grass for someone elses sign. Behind me, waiting has become a road itself. No choice arrives with all its windows lit. I take one step and let the future answer. Deciding is how possibility gains a shape.

Begin where certainty starts to thin. I search the grass for someone elses sign. The ordinary carries a hidden pressure. No choice arrives with all its windows lit. We stay until the deeper pattern appears. Deciding is how possibility gains a shape.

Two roads leave the field in equal weather. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Behind me, waiting has become a road itself. It returns us to choice, uncertainty, consequences, intuition, delay, and stepping toward one possible life. I take one step and let the future answer. The day continues with a more attentive heart.