Quarterback

This is me as I have never been
Before - a paradox
After - of little concern

Arrival: I chose this for failing to choose

Life through erosion
Time flows inattentively
One move
Head turn - stand still
Eyes closed

Destination: of little importance

Acceptance: This is not destiny but
a neglected version of fate

I believe I am the quarterback
pity the lack of interference
Yet find the jersey hanging - dusty
startled to find not the uniform
but my own reflection

This is physical but exists outside of
its form - flourishes without containment
Fertilized by its root

Petrified by its company - mortified by
my inability to learn - wanting to think
this through - knowing it cannot be conceived

So I release - tiny thread by fragile thread
a way of life
that instead of that became this