10/5/12
6:40
pm
Friday
Washington
DC
Double
Proposition
Today
I swept the river waters.
My
arms struck its resistance,
Paddling
persistently,
Impelling
my boat forward.
Drops
from my brow cooled me off,
As I
pummeled its flow.
I
was never quite convinced,
That
I knew where I was headed.
I'm
only certain I need to keep paddling.
Paddling
meant everything.
And
everything is all I’ve got.
As I
neared the fork,
Two
routes came into view.
One
to my left and another to my right.
Both
seemed to be of equal value.
It’s
likeness stood out,
More
than I could decide.
As I
approached the split,
I
halted my boat.
I
knew enough, that whichever way I go,
It
would change everything incessantly.
Yet
my mind was still undetermined.
And
so I yielded.
Floating
in uncertainty.
Stealthily,
the current guided me towards the left.
Coercing
me to stir with the stream.
I
knew then where I need to go.
For
inherently, the current couldn’t have gone any other way
And
perhaps, that’s where I need to be.
Paddling
on,
I looked
back to where I once was.
The
river waters were in constant unrest.
Unpredictably
choosing where it flows.
I
guess I’ll always wonder,
What
it would be like to go to the right.
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