Behind me, the road
Ahead of me, the road
of carrot sticks and celery.
Me, here at the weigh station.
This small poem came from a prompt from Poets and Storytellers United, to use the concept or words ‘way station’ in a piece of writing.
I am not dieting, but probably should cut back on the chocolate. Toddler mind screams: I’ve got to have SOMETHING!