A mirror lies on the earth
shattered by the baseball bat
and all the blows of the past
and this
all this changes how you see yourself
in the glass
that only shows ruins
and wasted opportunities
that passed before this
this very moment
could the next one be different
could the tender blossom that fell
among the mess of jagged shards
be a sign of what you could become
after this moment of decision
the weight of this trembling second
on your mind of depression
while you decide whether to cling to all that is broken
or to reach for the beauty that could be
the wind ruffles your hair
as you stand in a field alone
wavering
there are only two ways
to choose between
and the summer sun is far overhead…waiting