It’s never too late
to change
no
I shake my head
I don’t want to talk of timing
and who I might become
instead
I want to be the person
who made all the other choices
so that in this moment
change would
be
unrequired

Instead
function of all the paths
taken
I wrench a fistful of trees
from the sky
pull them
down into the fading
to nurse the future
me