shall i make a change
          walk a new path
or circle back
          to the old and familiar?

i am done
          retracing my steps
sniffing for the comforting
          scent of a mothballed
life once lived

i must
          circle ahead
in search of
          something new
like the sweet scent of
          fresh dew

i shall savor
          this moment
savor each
          moment

inhale a new future
          and exhale mothballs

ah, but the smell of mothballs
          takes me back
circles me around
          does it do that to you too?

~ Elizabeth Anne Ives

From the NaPoWriMo website:

Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is based on this poem by Claire Wahmanholm, which transforms the natural world into an unsettled dream-place. One way it does this is by asking questions – literally. The poem not only contains questions, but ends on a question. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that similarly resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.

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