Crossroad

by Annie Perconti

A young woman treads in circles
caught at a crossroad of decision.
Her bleeding eyes of confusion know,
she lost herself in their image.

Dreary and afraid, her lotus
fades, peeling open her rawness,
exposing a weeping child
grown, pleading for direction.

She leans against the body of her
grandmother, listening to her stories,
trying to find meanings behind
images sketched in her branches.

Her grandmother’s wise words
echo the shadows of answers.
Teaching the young woman
to dive into fresh waters and
flow with her intended path.

©River Urke 5/2011

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