Crossroads

These new realms of possibilities
sprout from within me
Like seeds
that I once thought latent, lifeless
Like a stillborn fetus.

Like tangents of a circle
Like sticks spilled from a child’s grasp
Like a girl’s disheveled hair
they go in all directions.

I stand at a crossroad in the universe
A cosmic spec
bound in infinity of possibilities
Each possibility a bubble
Each bubble a time warp
Each choice a dimension
that leads to a different reality.

Has another me, in another time
been at the crossroad I stand today?

Was I the sun that saw Frost take the road less travelled?
Or was I the wind that heard little Hamlet question
to be or not to be?

This crossroad seems like a rusty place
Centuries old.
Many have come before me
Real and fiction
And stood where I stand
mulling, making
a choice.
not knowing which path it would lead to.

A cheer of celebration
A sigh of regret
Resentment or content?
Only time can tell.