The Crossroads or Alligator Nelson Dreams

The Certainty of Rivers

Dwell in the magic
of intersection, ripe
with everything
with nothing.

Dismiss judgments of this place
others define only
by its relationship to somewhere else,
only as a turning point in our race
to find the right road.

Refusing definition by direction
and momentum,
we may be gifted
an arrival of tenderness,
hours we award ourselves
that are not waiting,
that are not needing,
that are not lost,
that are desire
to be witness to our own lives.
Nelson

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