Matched Pair

—on American moments (and a Frost poem)

Every step we take is about the road not taken.
Yes, but beneath the gravel of that one is
that of the other, as certain too— the road
that brought us here. We might call it:
 
matched-pair-joined-at-the-hip-of-choice
at-the-fork-of-yes-and-no

namely, this fork, the one at which we always stand,
which is eternal, or is as long as hearts pump and
breaths blow.

Now,
that being said,
down which will we head?

Jim Culleny, 3/7/24