Living Poem by Gary Diamond

dancing
like flies
to a flame
bees
to the nectar

crying
alone in a room
that is a reflection of you
your face in salty tears

of all the promises
the big ones floundered
the small ones flourished
i don't hold the keys to the god machine
so i can't make sense of what perished

i wake and i disturb the balance
you wake and you make a coffee
both are good choices
just be sure to make one
and then the other
and make new choices

living
a choice we've made
because the second one
may not be worth waiting
for