Possibility

Possibility

When left to my own devices, what would I do?

Roam the hills, weave up wild flowers, and bring them to you?

If given time, to find my thoughts, what would I say?

Love is like a blossom, tender in May.

If I could sit some place peaceful, in a chair, where would it be?

At the bedside, of my son (although he is 23.)

If I could perform a menial task, what would I choose?

I’d weave the tail of a horse, or flip a pancake, or two.