And

And suddenly my arm was a miracle.

I saw all the places it had been

And all the places it would go

In one moment

Like a path of light

It could not help but follow.

Yet still there was choice

And so too I saw

The consequences of a tiny action,

Of each tiny action,

Because each one changes the path.

And if it changes the path for me,

It must change it for others

For all our paths intertwine

Like lovers fingers.

A wave broke me open

And I wept tears of beauty

And forgiveness,

For none of us choose

And yet we all do.

And there is always an and.....