Your Choice

                           It will be new

whether you make it new
or not

   --Alice Fulton, Poetry

I found the lost postcard under several bills, six one cent postage stamps, and a note to myself.

The poetry lines are neither like a koan or inscrutable.

Choice. We can choose to see, or wear blinders. What we do will not change the truth or the words.

New. Primordial. Birth.