The Crossroads - Poem by Quame Boatmann
I have come to the crossroads
Where I must take a step
A step to what lies on the fore
A step to the right path
A step only your foot can take
For three score more moons,
I’ve been a boy on a swing
Watching the brooding bird on its nest
To hatch its egg, stone egg of ages
It was longer while waiting
But now I see it close, stone egg vibrating
Little beak pecking from inside
The walls of the egg.
I’m at the climax of harvesting a new life
And lingering is tripled with bliss and fright
The thought of bliss, gives me a feel of heaven
But the thought of fright, I wish not to say
A feeling as my very soul tearing apart
From this living body
Yet hear oh Milady!
Do not be Usain Bolt, in taking your step
For I will linger at the crossroads
Even for a millennium, I will wait.
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