From time to time,
when you have wandered
away from a person,
you wander a little further
and feel the slightest tug
at your ankle.
Looking down, you find
a thread, red or maybe
blue, barely seen,
barely there, tied
gently and trailing
as far back as you
can see and you know,
instinctively, where
it leads.
It brings you to a choice:
to take one more step,
snap the thread and
leave it where it lay,
or return from whence
you came.
Sometimes, the one’s
the best choice;
sometimes, it’s the other.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
