What is left and what is right?
A turn in the road,
Bending past blindness into the unknown?
A choice in the heart,
Twisting dark alleys of choosing right choices?
But what is right?
The hand of a poet
flowing through seas of letters and thoughts?
A choice between one wrong and another?
But what is wrong?
The cold darkness
That envelops the soul and squeezes lemons
to make orange juice?
A turn in the road
that leads to a bare and empty path?
But is that all wrong?
If Robert Frost can take the road less travelled
Through left and past right and merging with wrong
Then I think maybe the wrong way is right
and right is really a left-hand turn
made correctly
onto the road less travelled.