Blindly Underneath Carrying All Its Own Weight. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you shall choose
between a gun and a flower

a room or a path
between an empty space and

another empty space
between a dimming light

and another darkness or
too much light which has

blinded you or between being
alive and being dead and

there you shall know the
limits as you end the right

to choose with an erasure
of what what was boldly written

you shall choose between choosing
and not choosing if there

is really that choice.
you end with a desire not to

think, to cease, to stop and
just be the tree that you

like. Above a hill, tested
by the seasons, unable to

transfer to another hill and
hence has grown deeper roots

blindly underneath carrying
all its own weight.