When We Still Had a Choice

WHEN WE STILL HAD A CHOICE

 

That was when we had a choice.

Remember?  right before it all began?

Their retaliation

and ours

and then theirs…

There was that moment

(little did we know)

that threshold between then and

now, between what has ended

and what is to come—

something so precious,

it has no name.

We held it.

Remember?

We held it high

and smashed it to the ground.

Every moment

is this moment.

Every moment

we hold it high.

And we say,

it is too late.