The Chaos Effect

I put them in his hand.
His smile is always wide and clear.
I love it when he shows it to me.
I put them in his hand.

Sometimes I wonder how I came to this place.

It's that one fork in the road that changes everything.
Life is a tree.

You start at the trunk.
Move slowly upward until you meet your first fork.
Left handed or right handed maybe.
And slowly there are more and more forks in the tree.
Like roads.
First to overcome or cower under the fear of riding the bike.
Second to keep or remove the training wheels.
To go with dad or stay with mom after the divorce.

Later branches are a joint or a cigarette.
Possibly the denial of both.
To tie one's shoe at this intersection or the next.

That's the amazing thing.
The first intersection could hold a devestating car wreck in which you are
whisked away by the flipping truck and die almost instantly.
The second intersection could involve you getting gum on the bottom of your shoe.

The butterfly effect.
The Chaos Theory.

Life is a tree.

I put them in his hand and watched him smile.
I remembered how I came to this place.
My tree is beautiful.