Choice

I lingered late to watch the Moon and now

the Sun has found the forest floor. He casts  

a playful shadow of the pasture gate

across the path to gently scold and block                  

my way.  This futile gesture prompts a smile

and makes me wonder what’s the fuss, or need,

to choose between dualities, limit        freedom

and divide us into ever more warring camps?

As I grow old and, can no longer don                          

the youthful disregard of death, the world is fresh

and filled with first time wonder.        I’ve learned to shed

the baggage of long ago as I acquired

further understanding.  I do not regret

the Moon.  The choice is neither yin or yang.