A life of moments
a flow of choice
it's all we have
as we move through time
we land in place, then pick another
we choose to come, we choose to go
to lend a smile or turn away
to do the work or take a walk
past flowers of flowing riverbeds
or cracked fields where life still treads
the turn becomes the jumping stone
we don't look back, until we do
and wonder what if,
I chose you.