Poem 11/18/17

This morning I woke up sad
Like most mornings
I stumble downstairs
And sit in the chair where I always sit
In the quiet of the empty living room
I wait for the sun to rise
Silence presses into my ears
The pain of all the things I didn’t do in this life
And some of the things I did do
Brings my mind to a fork
Where I stop paralyzed at this juncture
One way is grief and regret
The other is hope and gratitude
A cup of hot tea warms my hands
The hard floor cools my feet
And I sit and wait to know which way
I will go on this day
The sun peaks over the back fence
Color fills my courtyard
All that was gray and pale blue becomes yellow and gold
And I have my answer
Today I will go both ways