Free Will

Free Will 2

Free Will


From the elegant concrete

of this bridge they built

to usher the trucks away

from their pretty town,

the river is a mere bead,

an errant raindrop moving across

the blank panel of the Earth,

answering only to gravity.


These cars, their contents,

cross from one side to the other,

never knowing, never seeing.

And you’d thought that by now

you might’ve been able to control

something more than just this,

the place and time of your own

re-entry into the bigger picture.


first published in Wildflower Muse, 2016


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