Parable

I have seen them: the squirrel in the center
of the road, locked in--killed by--indecision.

Left or right or left or right and the whole
horrible while an F150 bears down on its

little furry world, and it cannot help but tack
back and forth like a boat in crazed winds,

and its salvation rests in that unsplit decision;
which way won’t matter because either way

is out of the way.  I guess what I’m trying to say
is that I’ve been just like that squirrel in love.