the possibilities fall away
like glaciers into the sea
until what remains is you
as you were meant to be
in retrospect destiny’s easy
to see for what is is always
the only way anything can be
but only for now for change
stands on a crumbling ledge
eager to fall into the arms
of the accepting breeze
we are memory’s fiction
the past is our present
and a step stops possibility
(June 19, 2015)
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