to be or not to be

it was the innocence
of a question
that floated across me

‘would you rather..’

like an oversized bubble
readily iridescent
on its surface

‘live for ever..’

hiding a universe
of existential depths

‘or to never have..’

that stopped me short
I shirked only for the time
it took to breathe

‘been born at all’

now another place

I set my
wheels to the left
drive into
familiar ghosts
who I seem to have
marooned to live
their lives as if
I wasn’t here

I can look them
in the eye
they are as
comfortable as skin
and beguiling as
a breath beyond
my reach that will
not fill my lungs