East or West

She stood at a crossroads

Split between East and West,

While the setting Sun made way

For the Stars at the Moon’s behest.

But the North Star would not help

Her decide which way to go,

So she stood there waiting

For Napoleon, waiting for Godot.

The night she spent on the dusty path,

Torn in self-contemplation,

Striving to discern through the darkened night,

Which road would lead to her soul’s exaltation.

But neither Napoleon emerged,

Nor messenger appeared,

And so she was left to her own judgment,

As she had always feared.

To the East, she thought,

She would face the light,

And leave the unknown darkness

Behind in the night.

Thus, when he rose,

She walked toward the Sun,

Not knowing the next day

Rode westward her Napoleon.