I’m quite surprised to find myself
At this place once again.
The last time that I chanced this way,
The trees threw gray shrouds over me,
Sounds of creatures frightened me,
And I ran off.
I thought I’d never lose my way
And end up here again.
Yet, now I’m here ‘neath these same trees.
I remembered them as darker, grayer, deeper,
The hoots and brays more malevolent.
I walk,
Casting glances back at where I’ve been.
I think that now I understand:
That will I, or will I not,
I will be this way once again.
A crisis is a defining moment. If one shrinks it is fearsome. If one choses a new path, it is a turning point.
Note: The painting is one of my few abstracts titled “Defining Moment.”
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