Shoes at the door
both mine
both pointing in opposite directions.
One a warm
cozy pair of slippers.
The other a sturdy
pair of walking shoes.
I could slip into my warm cozy slippers
and have a gentle slow day.
I could slip into my sturdy walking shoes
and venture out into the world.
It seems as if they are there lined up
waiting for me to decide.Â
Which will it be.
Staying in or venturing out.
Oh this head of mine
when faced with decisions.
Maybe I will just wait and see
where my feet land.
© candace kirby