Poetry
Crossroads
by
Anne Mikuskinski
He stops
In a quiet moment
Away
From the lights,
The noise
The troubles
Of a cluttered life
To breathe
To think
To reflect
On what the future holds
Miles away
I stop
In a welcome quiet moment
To breathe
And think
And reflect
And be comforted
By the thought of this shared silence
Five to Three
by
Anne Mikuskinski
What are the odds,
I wonder
That God is a gambler
Who
As He throws the stars out
Onto nights' black velvet table,
Makes a wager
That you are standing out,
And looking up,
Admiring His handiwork
(As I am),
And wishing I were there?