Thursday, 4 December 2014

DECISION by Bob Paris (A Snippet of Prose Poetry) (c) 12.4.2014


"We arrive on the scene at a flutter of indecision. Picture it. 

















Here he is, paused upon a moment of great import. See him teeter along the edge of things. Neither flute nor oxen, nor paw-paw pie. Between and beholden. He can feel it, there in his chest, gnawing a lung and shoving a shoulder against his ribs. He knows that turning back would be simple. Like switching off the stove. Like brushing dust off a shoe. Like saying goodbye. Until next time, perhaps. But here’s the thing. In spite of this lukewarm handsaw wind, he chooses. He steps forward, through the door marked ‘Do Not Enter.’ The circling hawk calls out that nothing will ever be the same again. And that makes him very happy, indeed. Oh, indeed. It’s thus decided."


DECISION by Bob Paris (A Snippet of Prose Poetry) (c) 12.4.2014