A Choice Was Made

Photo by Brigitta Schneiter on Unsplash

I taught a workshop today, and in that workshop I led folks through some movement and some writing prompts and into making their own SFDs. Of course I couldn’t skip out on the fun, so I did the exercises too. And this happened.

A poor choice was made (and it turned out alright)

on a journey that I don't know anything about.

I found the road somewhere outside my head

forgot to map it

so now rely on memory and the ghostly edges

of washed-out footprints.

Maybe this track is the way we go --

Maybe it is reserved for the deer and the coyotes,

and we will find ourselves deep in our Lost

relying on the wisdom of creatures who avoid us

to send us back home again.

Either way, I feel your breath on the back of my neck

and my skin relaxes around my body

like a blanket

or a shroud