By Our Ownd Decisions Poem by RIC BASTASA

I keep this magic
of choice
this wand of options

are there dragons?
i can turn them into
lizards
do they still use the
fire of their tongues?
i can make them
torches in the darkness
of our paths

are there hawks?
they can be butterflies
are there hornets as
hindrances?
they can all be
fireflies

where there is going
to be war
i can always move to
peaceful places
of the heart

where there is cruelty
and oppression
there are always places
for contemplation and
peace...

this right to choose
this myriad options

there are all in the lines
of our palms
on destinies paved
by our own decision