In some odd world

Where shadows push light

Around like school yard bullies,

I found myself on a cracking sidewalk,

Under a fading streetlight.

I read the words on the corner of the road.

East and West and somewhere else

Where I can’t go with mirrored hallways of

Storefront glass.

I’ll stand there in thought and hope and

Doubt as the world revolves around my latest

Mistakes.

But chaos is good in equal doses

And life isn’t much accommodating

To a predictable path.