There’s a moment there when colors meet the eye—
Horizon slipping sideways and there’s tulip fields forever—
There’s a moment when you have to decide
If you’ll walk among the yellow or the red.
There’s a moment there when shades of sunrise flounder—
Everything you’ve missed surrounding everything you’ve seen—
There’s a moment when you can’t decide—
You stand among the flowers, transformed, transfixed.
There’s a moment there when shoes stick in the mud
You wish you’d gone the other way around where ground was firm
So you imagine now. I’m wondering
If all decisions end up soiled like this.
Written for ReadWritePoem # 11 - writing to something you didn't choose - in this case, the right path through the tulip field