The Cruetly Of The Undefined Path Poem by DeAnna Esquilin

How I long envied the fated ones with passions to define them.
Breathing work as natural as gravity.
The weight of their initiatives warping the fabric of their lives.

Nature does not carry this burden
It assigns purpose like destiny’s tickets
Clipped in perfect circles.

You are Cheetah (Run)
Clip.
You are a Bird (Fly)
Clip.
You are the Fish (Swim)
Clip. Clip.

Migratory birds fly miles sometimes over the vastness of seas
Not the Eagle or the Falcon
With talons as thick as trunks of stone
Finches.
Tiny and frail creatures. Weighing ounces
Compelled to travel despite the scale of distance

The Shark was born for the hunt of prey.
Its body shaped like biological torpedoes
Cutting through the dark seas like swift, angled boats
Searching.
Hungry.
Its greed for food compulsive.
Its hunger insatiable.
Its very physicality designed to meet his need

The Lamb bears wool as natural as seeds of grass
The seed does not know why it becomes grass anymore than the lamb knows why it makes wool
It only knows that it must be what it is

You see, nature never appears to be in conflict with its design.

How blessed to be programmed with predetermined professions.
To do what they must in turn love.
What they need to do.
What they are driven to do.
What they MUST DO.

There is a tragic waste in the longing to be defined by work
The curse of indecision has ruthless cruelty for an individual
As rhythmic and relentless as a spinning pulsar
Persistently posing questions you have no answers for.

If you ask the abyss who are you
It only echoes the question “WHO ARE YOU? ”

That is your answer.

I want to love a vocation with the wonder of a toddler
I want symmetry in action.
I want to know calling and be as certain as a mountain in a maelstrom
When occupation and compulsion are one
I want to be imprinted with such clarity
Such sureness of action

I want to be so full
with a blinding density for ambition