standing at a road divided
peering off into the horizon
shadows move left to right
the new moon in pursuit
as a drop of sweat falls on
older hands than yesterday’s
trembling beneath
a map’s weight upon unforeseen choices
between what’s right
what’s wrong?
in a world of consequence
why follow the sun
when it only runs and falls
into night
it’ always running away
so if only forever once
get lost and run the other way
chase the moon
under stars that soon fade
and watch darkness become light