The Sitting

Some days, in the face of uncertainty, might as well stay put. Why bother proceeding?

From start to finish, onward! Go!

But looking back o’re ark of time, the ends unseen, the journey mean.

To which, for what, whyever for? Go?

No, I think not again the road entices, for here I sit, my own devices
incapable of forward thrust to move.

Another day I’ll stay, none to lose, and even less again to prove.