Standing in front of the Pagoda
Front of the pagoda,
After a long journey, she asked,
in which one would you go in if there were two of them?
The one to
The left is bright, and
The one to the right is dark, she
Said. The one to the left is colorful, and the other black.
In which one
Would I find you? I asked,
And she smiled, like only women do and
Told me to not be silly, she could be hiding in either one.
The one to the
Left has windows, and the one
To the right only locked doors, the one to
The left has plants, and the one to the right has iron walls.
But the one to
The left, has the future written
Down, and no surprises at all. The one to
the right is open to be written, open for new words.
Held hands, and walked
Into the pagoda, we didn’t need to
Say it, we both had picked the one on the right.