The Arms of Possibility

Put down the papers
and turn from the screens,
pick up a pen or
take time to sing;
for you’re damned either way
you direct your life,
but right now is unlike
all other nights.
After so many evenings
of monot’nous change,
calm has, at last,
taken her place.
Maybe forever
will never be,
but forever will surely
always see
that today existed,
that a choice was made.
Maybe it was absence,
or something as great;
but whatever lit up
the latest great dark
will forever be guilty
for now’s second half.

© Blake Leitch March 24, 2014

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s