If someone told you
this was the midpoint of your life
and at a precise moment while you

were lifting your second cup of coffee

to your lips a lever had been thrown
causing the axis of your life to tilt downwards
and an unseen ball to drop and begin

a rattling descent towards the inevitable
what would you do?
Would you embrace this new awareness as freedom?
Perhaps ask the knockout redhead
reading Proust by the window to lunch?
Or would you remain seated, just as your are,
waiting for that slim channel of sun

to make it's creep across the tiled floor towards you?
Letting it slowly embrace your arm

with the soft warm caress of an old flame
you've not seen in many years?
Well in your heart you know
either choice is right.