Terminals

I could have crawled

Under a rock

Or into the knot hole

Of the weathered Oak

I knew so well in other years

But I did not

For I knew better

Knew about those still moments

When pines only whisper and groan

Or the sparse stars of a cloudy night

Were enough to light a path

I did not

Only now realizing

That I am better for

Such an act

Though at the time

I had questioned myself

Looking back to yesterday

I am troubled but sanguine

For there are more years

That have laid themselves out

In an imperfect order

Yet I know the machinations of life

Leave me a myriad of options