I wonder a little about this thinking of taking the road less traveled or the road most traveled. Perhaps the road never traveled was reserved for me. Not a soul knew it existed. It possessed quite a collection of potholes, as it had set abandoned since the beginning of time, waiting all those years for me to take my very first step of my life’s great journey into this amazing world.
As for the rest...
I think the picture above of those two poor souls describes it well.
A promise of a music box thirty-three years ago,
became a reality.
It was taken from its wrappings and placed on the counter.
Immediately a tail fell off a fish, popping my giddiness
right into the toilet.
It plays Phantom of the Opera,
as if all the beauty of the heavens surround me as I listen.
As for the Limoges plate...
perhaps it's just a reflection of the past year,
and not an omen of my year ahead.