Choices Scarcely Recalled
by L.M. Browning

Photo by Warren Wong
The dark molasses passing of time
during those days when I cannot recall
what I have achieved
and can think of nothing else
I am tempted to pursue.

In my youth, I spoke with God
during the confluence of night and dawn.
He has since wandered off
to tend to unknown matters;
leaving me to mutter to myself.

I cannot recall how long I have sat here
waiting for his return;
raging at him as the years lapse.

Only to realize that it was I
who left the conversation
to tend to a million little things
that never needed my attention.

 

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