Previously published October 1, 2015 on my now defunct blog The Thing to do with Hearts
Before me is a hundred options to be and to try–at lease it feels like that was true a decade ago;
now the options trickle in two by two if any by any at all.
Do I find myself in the wilderness of my own wonderings?
Have I avoided entering a land that I already hold residency?
Should I unpack the dishes or sell all my possessions?
Should I lay foundations or stay the stranger–the stranded–the out-of-placer?
I know you have called me beloved, but what does a beloved do?
beloved-sit-still-er or beloved-never-settled?
shhhhh…….quiet now. When you step to right or the left there will be a voice behind you saying,
“this is the way to go.”