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.
