A Y-intersection stretches out

before me, inviting me, both arms,

prodding my mind and pinching my

senses; I flinch and stand at the

fork in the road, then lift my head

to the heavens.

The black carpet of the sky stretches out

above me, mirroring my mind,

dotted with stars of thoughts and

memories aplenty, dazzling in their

own right, surrounding me with light,

a path of constellations.