1Hundred

“look for a way around,” you had said
“walk another way, swing your
hips east instead of west” -
and so, i tried to listen,
cautiously, fervently,
somedays even religiously
to place my faith in “the other way”
and from a stone, i became a pebble
from a pebble, i became dust
and the roads still meandered,
but for Someone Else this time
because all the yesterdays
would want to vaporize
and all the Todays
will belong to you now,
planted in the palms
of your weathered hands,
and you’ll wait and lean
against the closed doors
for the clouds to part
once i set out to walk away.