POLISHED WOOD


Polished wood
Smooth beneath my fingers
Do I ride down the banister
Or walk the stairs

Snow on the pavement
I slip and slide
Always asking
Which way to turn

Then you came along
I still questioned existence
And what will come of death
But it didn't matter so much

I listen to your voice
Telling me of the mathematics
Of the world
Enriching my very soul

I see the patterns
Of an almost diminished world
The way people take advantage
Of one another

I ask you is there no other way
You answered in pastels
Life is this
You have choices

Before you enter the womb
It is decided what lessons will be learned
Then you slide down the banister
Or walk the stairs


Michael V Hechtman