Will we look
back and
in reminiscing curse
this day that we tore
with trembling hands
into jagged stripes what could
have been a masterpiece
or
will we
look back and
in gratitude extol
fear for stifling the flames
whose conflagration would have
left us charred beyond salvaging
or
will we
remain rooted
at comfortable crossroads
till forces beyond us force us
kicking and screaming…or not
along pre-ordained paths
