Choices

Thoughts swirling through my mind
leaves upon the raging river

I sit on the bank
of the river of life
looking upstream
to where I have not been
looking downstream
at time gone by

debris floats past me
feelings swell in my heart
of love
of pain

which do I choose?

knowing all the while
now is the only time I have
I choose love.

by Ron Ataide
July 1998
ronataide@aol.com