Choices Poem by Tony Adah

You leave your day
Between where the sky and the earth meet
The sun is leaving and in that twilight
You ponder over what words you
Have eaten as food.

A day maybe hectic or less busy
It may have been good or bad
You're hailed or disparaged
Or the day itself refuses to yield
To your whims
And laughter trails the streets
Like children after a new madman in town
All for your fruitless toils.

Still if you telephone tomorrow
To find out its store for you
You will find yourself tangential
To the same cliff
Rejected or self satisfied