have you
walked
in my shoes

then i
take
your advice
with a pill
of
choice

your road
is not mine

your shoes
are of a different kind

i wear mine
till there is no tread left
i like the feel
of the

awakening
in the still of the night
preparing
for flight
fearing
nothing
testing
her strength
with wings opened wide
she flies
with self-determination
she cries out
i
will
always
survive

as day breaks
she slips
into her nest

fraught
in thought

agonizing over
the out come

the positive
seems the right approach

if i go left
will that unveil the wrong attitude

there is a slant
from point a
to b

to be
or not to be
the mind can’t decide

if i just ponder

as a bird in flight
light on her bared feet
her dance
her expression

no music
the crowd quiets
no sound

leaps
dips
spins
and twirls

mesmerizing
the unexpected spectators

in a trance
unleashing her soul
into a beautiful performance
of unrehearsed steps

is it really so rude
to choose
not to use
chopsticks

a fork
a spoon
work so much better
even fingers
in a pinch
who’s idea
was it to eat with sticks

why spend time
fighting with the food
when satisfying an appetite