365 Poems/68 A Choice
Really, it’s just one foot in front of the other.
But I feel as if I should have started preparing
several months in advance.
I ought to have towed car tyres for hours,
building up my endurance.
This is, for me, a monumental challenge,
with an unpredictable outcome.
I could stand and watch people
walk away for hours, while the freeze
nudged into my bones.
Out there is the most inconvenient
place on earth. Nothing there is simple.
But these strange thoughts
of being comfortable in the corner
of a coffee shop have been hounding
my head like hordes of skuas.
I admitted to myself that I was curious.
And now I need to make a move
towards putting my hand on the door knob,
turning and pulling until I have no other choice
than to step through and close it behind me.