Peacock's Tail

Precious the lives I proposed for myself
that I was not able to lead, because
only thanks to them have I been able
to find my way to this life I do lead.

multiple they were/are as the feathers
in a peacock's tail that is on display
with its panoply of eyes that see each
in its own way an original world

what a rustle there is when a peacock 
shakes its tail and shivers forth the dry hiss
of a mating come on to the universe,
one bird's majestic multiplicity

falling short, I do join in peacock's tail,
do homage to my multiple might-have-beens