opportunity.
Feb 3, 2023
and then the moment hits
I can’t find the words to say
feelings too deep to traverse
memories too heavy to carry
so, I sit
pensively perusing pavement
like a chicken facing the intersection
Wondering if the grass is really greener on the other side
or if my quest to find out will be the thing punchlines are made of
it’s the reason we hesitate to leap
the intense glare of expectations
chickens can’t fly because…
they’re chicken — right?
but then curiosity wins out
sprinkled with a dollop of desperation
you’ve seen all the things this side has to offer
with deep breaths and many reservations
you forge forward seeking new baskets to lay all your eggs in.
why did the chicken cross the road?
opportunity.
