Treasure Island

Cherret Leakey


Out Of Impulse


Upon looking up
she noticed it.
Out of impulse,
her hand stretched
and advanced forward, slowly,
like a snake
emerging from its nest
with its head suspended.
On the second thought,
her hand came to a sharp halt.
What was she doing?
She had put forward her hand.
But was she to advance or not?
Only after thinking
and rethinking
will she decide
on whether to retreat
or to go for it, anyway.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 05, 2012

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