Sea Oat Medallions
Cast circular misdirections
Where the direction of choice
Has an element of indecision

Settled just below a bleu celeste horizon
Stretching arching towards its sea salt
Pool of emerald wavelets
Yet the path is not clear

If I traverse right
Will I see a brilliant painted landscape?
If I traverse left will I stumble
Due to my indecision?

I seize and tremor with fear
Associated with a route
That I must select
While I stand petrified

I take the steps and accept
The fate of my actions
While I pray for guidance
And find the destination is the same