You choose a place and time to take a stand,
although you realize, to some degree
that at the moment you first make said plan,
it’s already missed opportunity.
You take a breath and calculate the cost
with all the tools at hand, with all your skill;
the balance between what is won or lost,
the trade-off between wanting and your will.
What is this mad charade of pick and choose,
that interrupts just being here and now,
and in the end, is just yesterday’s news,
the dust of what some fantasy allows?
It’s all the same, beginning and the end;
fight, flight, and freeze are only more pretend.
29 JUL 2024
