My inability to make a decision 
has taken me several places
that were not my intent--
I am in the plains with road signs 
pointing in every direction--
I am in the middle 
with so many possibilities 
I will not take.

Through the laundry room window
at the opposite end of the house,
drifts a note of discord
in the coyote chorus,
which means we'll sleep
soundly tonight while other clans
sort and fold their differences.