I Can Poem by moon batchelder

i can tend to my petty concerns
if i want to..
bask in delights of some passion sublime,
sufficiently justify sins of omission
mortal transgressions, the squander of time.

i can temper my leisure with
blatant ambition,
manifest blessings or issue a curse,
meander indefinite into the labrynth
or determine a destiny not yet rehearsed.

i can slowly devise an exotic
escape plan,
re enact my commitment to former design,
acquiesce unto previous forms of persuasion,
or perversely insist upon changing my mind.

i can utter a spell with specific
intention,
evoke a reality somewhat surreal,
and gracefully deign to embrace every pleasure
a body of flesh has the leisure to feel.

i can rise, if i want to, to every
occasion,
or fall to the thrall of some loathesome despair.
i can out-live eternity's brief installation
or lay down my body and die
without care.