A Chicken At the Crossroads

A chicken at the crossroads I declined to venture anywhere outside my mind and so I sat beside a Buddha stoned to stoically espy on all mankind. The mindless click of crickets drove me mad ‘neath tears of weeping willows why so sad? life’s ebb and flow left marks time can’t erase added character to a now nameless face. So it would seem a silent wish was granted when I was told to “bloom where you were planted”. ©9/15/2019 Crossroads Poetry Contest