Breathless At Crossroads Poem by John Sensele

Panting at crossroads, I switch on my thinking cap
That invigorates the vision
That closes the yawning gap
In which derision conceals a profusion of confusion.

Panting at crossroads between my past and my present
I recall vital lessons
That diminish resentment
To insulate my shelter from onrushing masons.

Panting at crossroads, I run into arms
That for aeons warmed my soul
Whenever turbulence and ambivalence harms
Stumbled into the path to my ultimate goal.

Panting at crossroads, lucidity springs into action
Directing my every move towards succor
Devoid of injections of prevarication
Tinged with a daunting dose of dread and rancor.