the fulcrum point

Not blindly the decision is made--
tentatively, but it is not necessarily
a bad one. Nor is its alternative,
but that does not matter right now.
What does matter is
this middle ground, the
conversation between right
and right.
To cover with leaves the
agony of indecision--greater than
shame.
It's unavoidable, though,
the dash between dawn and dusk,
and midday offers no sunlit clarity.
Tear off the flimsy leaves, Adam;
they do not conceal your wavering.