In Every Direction

In this

existence

we listen to train pitches

leaving in every direction

well knowing we are

going to miss some

you could have been a scientist

you could have been a doctor

you could have lived as a quiet drifter

lost and devoted to vulnerability

you could have studied human behavior

and tried to help people figure out how

to love a different life 

and you could have

had a child 

but that future stopped at divided

cells and a primitive face and

you are unsure if that is fate or 

if you have had a choice 

in this existence

we listen to train pitches

leaving in every direction

well knowing we are 

going to miss some 

and even though astronaut 

is no longer in our reach

our circumstances can 

still be different and  

we can always try

to pull the railroad 

switch

redirect someplace else

and from that we can

deduct a working definition 

of faith.