by Richard Vince
After so many years, it is easy to
Forget that it was ever a choice;
The divergence was so far back that
The road I took seems inevitable.
And yet, I could have headed west
If I had wanted to, if I had
Allowed my brain to reason
A numerical argument for it.
Perhaps I knew the shape that
I wanted my world to be.
But it is only now, twenty six years
From that fateful decision, that
I notice that a part of my heart
Went that way anyway, choosing
Suburb over village, a different slope
Down to the same canal. Perhaps
That prodigal offspring is what
I actually saw in them.
They would still have been walls
Against which I flung my
Porcelain heart, I am sure: whether
Across a school yard or a dancefloor,
The effect is much the same.
My not so quiet desperation would
Surely have followed wherever
I went; it took years of moving on
Finally to shake it off.
And now I have reached a safe
Distance, I find myself thinking back
Further than ever before, making
Sense at last of some of the things
That never quite added up, despite
My over mathematical tendencies.
Perhaps the way I chose took me
Away from getting too close.
Perhaps I forgot the choice because
It was so obvious that I made
The right one.
Posted on 01/07/2019
Copyright © 2019 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/09/19 at 04:01 PM|
I really like the journey you took us on, Richard. You made the decisions vague enough for us to use our imaginations. You taught me something about writing poetry with that approach. I think I explain too much at times. But you let your mind and words wander about suggesting that you have a wandering spirit that balances or compliments that mathematical part of you. I sometimes think that I have such a battle going on in myself and your poem helps me to embrace both sides. Thanks for a lovely piece.