The Promise of Act One

the fallen tree’s eyeless stare
bears into my mind; is this
adventure’s calling, the
inciting incident of a heroic
narrative, the first page
of Act One? Shall I save it
from its misery, as an
unfolding mystery gravitates
towards me? Shall I right it
of its awkward disposition,
is this my time at last, is this–

I lower my head, switch songs
on my iPod, and walk past–

It’s just a fallen tree.

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