Articles gone
Articles gone,
lost to time,
to that decision of mind.
Back then is not here now.
The past cannot be rewritten –
said longingly; mournfully.
What can be done then?
With this awareness that
even the subtle shifts
of the wind
can move a leaf
from the tree to the ground.
What now?
Second-guessing the present
thoughts, but can never
guess that future self.
Human nature – the writer states –
is like the seasons.
Change, constant change.
Perhaps expected, but
can never be guessed.
So what?
How do we avoid that plague –
that thing we call regret
for our actions?
How to take the right path,
when we can't see where it ends?
Well, the poet begins,
it starts in the thinking.
So, stop with the thinking.
Be like the leaf, letting the wind
take you wherever.
An expected “answer”, or “resolution”,
but perhaps not the worst thing
a poet could say.