That indelibly corrects us
That consumes us and directs us
From this place the yonder nexus.
Simplest and bland decision
Causing alchemy and fission
Generating fate, collision
Possibilities, a million.
For today we make small choices
Reach and pluck out random voices
Listening to all the noises
One now opens, one now closes.
One was left there in Nairobi
There was one who did not know me.
One who could not move so slowly
As the blood of creatures lowly.
Paths that veered to things I wonder,
One to podiums of thunder.
Things that ripped my soul asunder
Found the tree that I hid under.
I recall intimate laughter
The proximity that mattered
Questions that my mind did scatter
Feeble gestures meant to flatter.
There was one benign deception
My Chevrolet, her fair complexion
A little child that went unmentioned
I only smiled at all her tension.
Looking now through all those seasons
Altercations, all the reasons
I cannot fathom the deeds when
In these fields I planted seeds in,
So in these voiced and low inflections
Passing through life’s intersections
When I change the road’s direction
Is it a good or ill correction?
I don’t suppose I’ll know for sure
To fate I am forced to defer
That mistress so polite, demure
Calls to me with lush allure.
Of course I know I can’t complain
Though tempted I must quick refrain
And gather up my wits again
To stroll the road I’m strolling in.
For I have tasted of such sweetness
And the carnal things that greet us
I know things that kings and priests did
Dim lit lace meant just to tease us.
Though a myriad of pathways
My feet have not the pleasure to grace
I can spend most all of my days
Contemplate each lovely face.
For each one it was that made me
Though my will often forbade me
Letting their seduction take me
Till my good sense did forsake me.
This dirt is not over sacred
My own feet cannot but make it
It’s no great path but I’ll take it
And smile inside, deeply elated...