as if ariadne
unwound multiple
threads through
possible passages’
turns in time
to choose all
at once
then he waits for the moment
it takes the bud to open
a hesitation between heart beats
only in the tense demarcation
of the word left unvoiced
silence is no more silent
than the thrum of blood
heard while holding one’s breath
in a dark moonless forest
listening and waiting for the next
twig snap to anticipate his approach
Decision Point

a rabbit a few leaps away
from the protective briar
sits still as his death
near a dandelion and waits
for her to notice him

from “sonnet.” (work in progress, line 12, syllable 7-10)

(February 2-12)

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