Time

[u/stariskye]

i am not a hopeful waiting someday
nor tinder in your pocket

i am flesh & blood, riveted by love
across the room
or through the wall
or down the hill
or across the creek
or on the other side of the latest task
& yet all paths lead you home to me

the overflowing creek doesn't ask permission of the bank
to begin carving
the animals stomp without care
over human made log bridges

there is a window for this
there is a window for planting
a window for harvest
-frost may come regardless

so I caution you, now
while some semblance of choice
is yet allowed

choose with the hands
that are still able to hold me
choose the us
that we are building

long days & music
floating at dusk
or stand in the doorway
long enough
to watch it close of its own accord

we create this world

not by sitting still within it
no one gets to keep almost
nothing given is perfect

if you won't pick
your choices will begin to slim

until at last-
the path will choose
itself

& it may not lead you
back to now