Still Coming Downhill

Some water can be seen
As the fossils of snow,
Just snow that is no more.

The best and scariest
Aspect of what goes on
Is that it will never

Be limited to what
Options you think it has,
Options you thought you had.

You mull over choices
And forecasts, neighborhoods,
Schools, parks, and metro maps,

And then war comes, or plague,
Or you move to the woods,
Where once again you mull

Villages and dirt roads,
Where to find food and drink
In the bear-addled pines,

Until one day you find
Yourself in a clearing
Of stumps left by logging

Looking at a roaring
Stream to console yourself
For few options, thinking,

Some water can be seen
As the fossils of snow,
Just snow that is no more.