the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]

day 12

them

their angelic voices drift across the way,

calling me to follow and join them

in their chorus proclamations of joy.

yet, I am wavering in my decision,

in my want to be considered one of them.

perhaps I am okay where I stand.

perhaps these dizzy wanderings are okay.

perhaps things will be okay.

perhaps they'll stay that way.