A Poem by Y.L.M. (#271015)
“It’s the beginning, I’m sure!”
Is it? a voice sneaks in. Or is it the end?
Janus smiles at you with his two bearded faces
Which one is the nice twin?
Good or evil? Janus says. Yes or no?
Beginning or end?
His head swivels back and forth, regarding you with both pairs of eyes as he flips a coin
From one hand to another
Heads or tails? Janus grins now, knowing you are trapped
it’s always heads with Janus
And the end of your tale.
Janus flips his coin
It spins, glittering, as you watch it
fall into the palm of another.
Hecate frowns disapprovingly at the two-faced god
Janus looks nervous, faces swinging back and forth
back and forth
You don’t feel any better off.
Hecate is smiling, but it is the smile of one who holds all the choices
in the palm of their hand
You stand at a crossroads
Janus is relegated to the sidewalk
Choose your path. Hecate smiles. Make your choice.
Hecate is still smiling.
You walk away, still not sure
Whether you’re starting