Choices

a poem about phases of and choices in life

I am the one who makes the food

six eyes peer at me while I lie in bed

The feline pair blandly blinking

where will this day end up

the start always the same these days

each day different and unpredictable beyond that point

Each website, newspaper, phone call, list, whim, 

direction changing

fascinating this phase

on one level at least

the not knowing 

unnerving on at least one more

predictably unpredictable

2 jobs down, how many to go?

when will one be mine?

some days I cry

I am lost in a torrent of the unknown

I can't move forward

there's no going back

don't spend a penny

you never know when you'll make another

each red cent your husband's blood sweat and tears alone

this is the way it is

why do we find ourselves in this position?

just the way life goes sometimes

all about choices

choices made

choices avoided

the time is still mine

mine to do with a I please

but mainly to do as pleases others

if I know what is good for me

Feline eyes blandly blink again

the time is unpredictable

let's see what today brings