Pencil me in abstracts of hazel

green, gray, or blue

on canvas weaved by colored winds

from directions

far from true.

 

Place my emotions on the ever-rolling and sometimes

violent seas —

a closer look reveals that only the ocean exists

with no glimpses of the

many me’s.

 

Tie my beliefs and priorities

to the hands of

an ever-ticking clock;

time dilutes and frees choices of yesterday

as a key resurrects and frees

a many-sided lock.

 

Be not then surprised

if next we meet

you feel that I am not the same,

for like nature, I have changed —

hopefully and full of growth

prepared to play life’s game.

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-©Refel Rushing