the next stop

before our eyes thousand questions lie
the answers may wait at the end
of a line

yet before we embark on the search-
which path to take?
what turn to make?

a question within a question
within a question

and then there’s the thing
about deciding whether we want
to get off at the next stop
wander off through the forest
or to stay put on this bus
and ride underneath showers
of street- and moonlight
till the end of the journey


written for maypoeticwings 19/31, “start anew”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

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