Crossroad


Scarecrow in a cornfield.

Uninvolved.
Day after day goes by.

Never participates.
Steps back and observes.

Crossroad.

Condor in flight.

A vantage point not often attained,
When you live life in a hurricane.

You cannot see the shore from the middle of a storm.

Condor soaring.
Peacefully, calmly.

Where you’ve been.
Where you’re going.

It all looks different from here.

A new map.