Jane Nash: Poem ‘Forks’
The poem FORKS came to me thinking about forks in life, decision making and how we are meant to face these situations in life. Do I choose the first option or the other? But I was also reminded about a fork of lightning which struck the zip of a young friend of mine when he was playing football in the rain. I was very young, He was no more than 10 years old at the most, in Zambia where I was a child. I think his name was Christopher but I am unsure now. The poem reflects life – human decisions and the decision nature took with a young boy. It also serves as a remembrance for him.
FORKS
I’ve had surprisingly few
Forks in the road
Instead feeling cold metal
Stainless steel
Slice through life’s occurrences
Adventures, obstacles
Where I’ve had two options
Like changing a Mahjong hand
I’ve inevitably picked the wrong one
Preferring to follow butterflies
Forgetting their short lived summers
Barely sustain life’s beauty
The earliest fork I remember
Was the isolated streak of lightning
Forking from the ground to a zip
And in that moment
Taking life over a football in a field
Fatal mistake, playing in the rain
For the next one
Should I notice it
I’ll dowse for the result
Leaving nature to guide
Certainty abandoned
But decisions firmly made
Jane Nash
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