Poem: My best guess

I looked up at the clear night sky

After spending all day in my head

Is a choice an act of living

Or is living our best guess

The stars will still shine

Before and after I made up my mind

One, two

Maybe three

Nights or years I choose to act free

My past reaches out to cover my mouth

Pulls me under, fogs my sight with doubt

When the flowers blossom again

With the comfort of a beautiful woman

With the cry of a clueless child

When a stranger’s pain is touched by art

In another timezone, flavor and a different point of view

On the quiet muddy path with a tent and morning dew

I chose not to seek my answers.

For as long as I wake up

Clock doesn’t stop

But I will pull out my tongue

To catch another raindrop


Nina Matusik

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