This moment

“As September comes to an end,
The air gets cooler and I pretend
All will be well as our paths,
Once again, seem to match.

You read my poems,
I solve your riddles;
Perhaps now all can be forgiven,
For we both have learned nothing is a given.

You met me at a crossroad,
One I had been lingering on,
Far from knowing which one
Would safely lead me home.

There’s no rule, no right answer –
You put the cards on the table,
As you gently turn into a dancer
And I follow the best way I am able.

We might not know tomorrow
But the biggest treasure is this moment –
Now – right now, where all that might follow
Seems nothing but a foggy blur of an opponent.”

Ana.