When will
we finish
paying taxes
on dichotomies
we create?
My mistakes
have never
been binary—
true/false,
right/wrong,
yes/no—
maybe some.
Despite all
best intentions
so many
choices start
with an
open hand,
then become
a fist.
Let’s end
black/white,
beach/ocean,
light/dark
rain/snow:
make rainbows
walls, stream
colors, embrace
in ambiguity,
forget certainty.
As well
ask lakes
how they
choose when
they will
freeze. Let’s
grant geese
travel in
any direction:
migratory patterns
be damned!
By what
reason, law,
or magnetic
field must
they seek
the south?
Find warmth
in winter
where ever
you are:
here now,
your hands
travel my
sides, but
I hope
they find
a middle.