Indecision And What It Leads To

The questions sit in trees
like damaged birds, fretful,
jerk of wing, going nowhere.

I wander beneath, occasionally
crooking my neck
when I feel close to
an answer, tip of the tongue.

But always, there is no
answer, it flies away,
mocking the birds, it swims
back under my skin.

Happy fugitives
retreat into the fog
and I tumble to the eeriness
of absence.

I can be convinced.
I can leave this place
for the harsh tundra, nothing
tall, nothing moving over my head.




About the Author:
Mercedes Lawry was born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA and has lived in Seattle over thirty years. She’s published poetry in such journals as Poetry, Rhino, Nimrod, Poetry East, Seattle Review, and others. She’s also published some fiction as well as stories and poems for children. Among the honors she’s received are awards from the Seattle Arts Commission, Hugo House, and Artist Trust. And, she’s been a Jack Straw Writer and held a residency at Hedgebrook. Her chapbook, “There are Crows in My Blood”, was published by Pudding House Press in 2007 and another chapbook, “Happy Darkness”, was released by Finishing Line Press this past summer.