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Poetry Corner: Full Belly

October 1, 2013

Cross Post

Long roads and great distances, hundreds of days
We return to the beginning to start again, choosing a new direction
When is a choice not a choice? Is free will an illusion?

Beyond the lakes where the land gently rolls, remembering what it was
before pavement, stone, horses and carriages, ploughs and hoes
Before dams and drainage, busy hands with seeds and hammers,
a Marsh

Empty evenings, long nights, quiet days filled with endless activity
until we meet again; finding the way, the means, the route, the time
so much time — Weeks and months as the seasons revolve towards darkness

Empty bed — full belly

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Happy Spider permalink
    October 2, 2013 4:24 am

    What did you mean by “when is choice not a choice? Is free will an illusion?” You said you were choosing new directions all the time. Did you mean that they are not really choices because they all lead to the same thing, full belly and empty bed?

    • October 4, 2013 8:55 pm

      Sometimes I feel like no matter what I do I’m just following the road laid out for me instead of finding my own path. Sometimes, when all your choices suck, you don’t feel like you’re making a decision at all.

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