Haven’t I seen you before
Around here, where I try
To define the latest forest
In front of my eyes. What I
Want is to have before me
A guide, a relief map of
Sorts, that I can place
My hands upon telling my
Touch what twists and turns
Lie ahead on each unchosen
Path. The frozen fear of
Uncertainty is really just
A feigned fog of our own
Making; the songs of sirens
Leading us astray nothing
More than the grumbles of
Our unsettled stomachs made
By the meals we ate too close
To sleep, causing the crowded
Calamity of our own imagined
Dreams to turn into nightmares.
But what it all comes to
Is that it is only a single
Decision that need be made
Here and now, the rest to wait
Their turn, arriving in
Their own natural time
And place, even if that time
Is merely seconds away.
Realistically, the point
Remains that I can make
This one decision hovering
Before me now, taking that
Plunge into the unmeasured
Depths. It truly is not
That difficult, for I have
Walked on similar trails before,
Swum in similar pools prior.
After all, I have always
Suspected that the light
Serves only to enhance the
Illusion, that I actually can
See better in the dark.
-Dakin
4/13/11
