Crossroads

Crossroads time.

Your skin shedding like a snake

with shadow and certainty coming to grips

with what is lost, and the terrible joy of what is now possible.

Look ahead

down the road

there, behind the great elm tree.

Do you see?

No, do not turn your eyes away

for the Beloved does not make sport for your entertainment.

Be still, be shiny as the winter sky.

Listen with your eyes.

I dare you.

E. Copeland ©2011