You Choose

There are two ways to approach this thing:

Rise early, say before 5 AM, before the

Fat, wealthy man sits up in his bed, stretches

His arms and places his feet on the floor;

Or stay up way past the neighbors, when

The late and late, late shows are over, and

All the lights have all been turned off for

The evening.

It is then, in the still and thoughtful quiet,

You realize there are no preying eyes, no

Critics to measure you from 1-to-10 on a

Sliding scale.

Should you choose, you could run the streets

Stark naked—no need for shame. Your bare

Feet glide effortlessly above the concrete

Leaving not a trace, not a hint of a trail.

Free at last, you are a breeze wafting gently

Through the trees—Whoosh! You’re gone,

And no one even knows your name. Or, should

You prefer, sit at home alone in your underwear

And write some evocative poetry...anonymously.

Chris Hanch 5-19-17