Presence
If I am here,
I am not elsewhere.
For every
one of of my actions,
there are
a staggering amount
of verbs
I have not used.
This is the
trouble with one foot
in front of
the other. If we illuminated
all the paths
I have not surveyed, surely
the map would
blind me, this cardiovascular
system begging
to carry blood, air, a body.
Painfully beautiful, Hannah.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. It says what we all feel about our choices, and you say it in a unique and compelling way, creating a "pang" for the reader.
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